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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
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dacia-b
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Mar 16, 2014
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