Maybe I will never be


I thought had I kept looking long enough; I’d see a way out.

Everyone secretly have the Messiah complex, we all try to fix things. We try.

What the world has made you become, it startles me sometimes. I mean, look around yourself, what do they really mean to you? I had something I dreamt for years and I thought if I felt any crappier than this, I would throw it away and not have a second thought.

And is that all there is, I ask.

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