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I'm very scared of being lost I'm terrified if I don't belong anywhere Is there something I was not taught? That I don't fit into the me shaped peg-hole It's truly a struggle to become myself I have no assurance that life will become what I have dreamt of it I have no insurance because I have chosen to take the risk Still, I live I will go on living In this will is my hope That the path does not adapt to me I did not choose what is easy I will become like liquid to the path And take it whichever way I am led It is a path, is it not? It is a way to somewhere While I feel like nowhere My goal is plain in sight It only takes focusing my eyes To the way that's right
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
Still, I live
I'm very scared of being lost I'm terrified if I don't belong anywhere Is there something I was not taught? That I don't fit into the me shaped peg-hole It's truly a struggle to become myself I have no assurance that life will become what I have dreamt of it I have no insurance because I have chosen to take the risk Still, I live I will go on living In this will is my hope That the path does not adapt to me I did not choose what is easy I will become like liquid to the path And take it whichever way I am led It is a path, is it not? It is a way to somewhere While I feel like nowhere My goal is plain in sight It only takes focusing my eyes To the way that's right
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
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