Late Night Thoughts That Don't Make Sense, Talking to Myself, Uncategorized

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I’m drowning in a reality that I create

That I do not control

Everything happens in a flash of imprecise impulses

Like a cyclone

Spiraling into something unrecognizable

Just trying to grab ahold

Of the events that matter and the moments needed for goals

There’s no worse feeling

Than being left out in the snow

Wearing your heart on your sleeve

Not knowing what you need

But you’ll fly

Like a kite in the night, trapped in a hurricane, tied to a tree

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