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My only downfall... My mind and how weak it is I seak peace A piece of my dream A stream A stream of serenity once I find it But its not hiding Yet I still need to do finding Finding myself IM lost I lost myself Mistrust Like love or lust I'm on the cusp On the cusp of giving up But what I am i giving up? For my dream remains in my bed And ideas remain in my head Have I been mislead? Or does life have no direction ? Procrastination is an illness with no cause of infection. If it can't begin will it ever end ? But the stress of not doing comes with pleasure My mind is saved from torture The torture of work Working on things I don't like Buts its for my dream How? How is the route to my dream so unfamiliar to the destination Like one minute im walking on ice The next im melting Melting on my bed for that's where my dreams lie...
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Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
Downfall
My only downfall... My mind and how weak it is I seak peace A piece of my dream A stream A stream of serenity once I find it But its not hiding Yet I still need to do finding Finding myself IM lost I lost myself Mistrust Like love or lust I'm on the cusp On the cusp of giving up But what I am i giving up? For my dream remains in my bed And ideas remain in my head Have I been mislead? Or does life have no direction ? Procrastination is an illness with no cause of infection. If it can't begin will it ever end ? But the stress of not doing comes with pleasure My mind is saved from torture The torture of work Working on things I don't like Buts its for my dream How? How is the route to my dream so unfamiliar to the destination Like one minute im walking on ice The next im melting Melting on my bed for that's where my dreams lie...
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17/M/South Africa
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
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