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Mar 2020
When I was 13 I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up
now that I'm 21, I still have no clue on what to do
I've been told to grow up, shows what everyone knows
we're all kids in grown-up bodies and have no idea on what's going on
what is the point to all of this
wake up, work, home, sleep, repeat?
I understand there's some fun to be made with friends, games, hobbies and such
but seriously? anything else? hello? this can't be it
this isn't how it's supposed to be, right?
it seems as if everyone has lost their sight
all is lost and we are doomed
we can't win this fight
says those who are truly doomed
I have my sight, all is not lost
have faith, we will win this fight.
Created by me on November 1st, 2019
I wrote this as a way to get it out of my "system" during the time.
Anthony Michael James Butler
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Anthony Michael James Butler  21/M/Ontario
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