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I have this idea of who I am and what I want with no idea how to get there my dreams are kept on the highest shelf in the darkest room so meticulously out of reach focused on the unattainable, I’ve forgotten that there's a step stool to the left, in the corner— ambition, they call it once thought of as a good thing, I am now drowning under this incandescent desire to be special water rushes into my lungs and I'm gasping in hopes to be noticed when all I really want is sleep and all I really need is peace
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Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
cheers to my identity crisis
I have this idea of who I am and what I want with no idea how to get there my dreams are kept on the highest shelf in the darkest room so meticulously out of reach focused on the unattainable, I’ve forgotten that there's a step stool to the left, in the corner— ambition, they call it once thought of as a good thing, I am now drowning under this incandescent desire to be special water rushes into my lungs and I'm gasping in hopes to be noticed when all I really want is sleep and all I really need is peace
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Egyptian
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
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