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Mar 2014
I want to talk to God
I want a piece of paper with answers
Instructions
What to do next, what to major in, who to kiss, who to talk to
Am I following the life I was meant for?
Is another me in some distant parallel universe happy and clued on.
Am I who I am meant to be?
God, I'm lost in this horrible hamster wheel of self doubt, running endlessly, trapped, not even sure what to run after.
At 20 I should chose the life I want, but mine is so insignificant in the great sky of stars.
I have no dreams to realise
I'm just a dreamer
Dacia B
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