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They always ask me what I wanna do Then they use the big words "Future" and "happy", sometimes "passion". Almost always in the same sentence. What do I wanna do? "Good question", I say. Then my thoughts wander on Mostly they go something like; I want to scream. I want to scream my lungs out, Scream until the air is gone, My insides punctured, and my breath is lost. I know some people know partly what their answer is. But I don't. How am I supposed to know How am I supposed to have any idea what my future is going to look like When my present, my today is so lost. When I am so lost.
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
scream
They always ask me what I wanna do Then they use the big words "Future" and "happy", sometimes "passion". Almost always in the same sentence. What do I wanna do? "Good question", I say. Then my thoughts wander on Mostly they go something like; I want to scream. I want to scream my lungs out, Scream until the air is gone, My insides punctured, and my breath is lost. I know some people know partly what their answer is. But I don't. How am I supposed to know How am I supposed to have any idea what my future is going to look like When my present, my today is so lost. When I am so lost.
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
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