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May 2013
why can’t i make up my mind

why do i take such things for granted

when they are simply within my grasp?

why do i not feel, nor possess the need to express emotion?

why am i so ******* weird and indecisive?

i guess the future does not have itself planned out in some faraway world,

for if it were, i wouldn’t spend every night crying myself to sleep;

even in my dreams.
alexa mary
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