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I'm not sure who or what I'm supposed to become. Some believe they have it all made. Others already succumb to the pressures of life. Too many people are concerned with vanity. I've searched great distances to find who I am. The fiery passion of wanderlust drives me to the peak of insanity, could this all be a scam? Where does it all stop? Will it ever? Am I made to just stand in the backdrop? Or shall I go on living forever.
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
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I'm not sure who or what I'm supposed to become. Some believe they have it all made. Others already succumb to the pressures of life. Too many people are concerned with vanity. I've searched great distances to find who I am. The fiery passion of wanderlust drives me to the peak of insanity, could this all be a scam? Where does it all stop? Will it ever? Am I made to just stand in the backdrop? Or shall I go on living forever.
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
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