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May 2019
I’m not alive.

I’m not sure what to do yet.

I’m not sure what I’m in.

I.. don’t know.

What to do the next.

What I am suppose to do.

Is there something that I’m suppose to do?

I.

I hate that I don’t.

I hate that I.

This frustration.

This.. thing. 

This confusion.

Whatever it is.

I..

I’m so motivated.

But.

I don’t know.

I am so unsure what to do yet.

I am not dead.
Solitary Sac
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