I thought I had my life figured out.
A realistic goal.
A good job.
A happy family.
I wanted to be a nurse. Save people.
I wanted two kids. A wonderful pair.
One thought changed all that.
I realize I hate that idea.
The idea of a perfect, normal life.
I want excitement.
Memories like no others.
Crazy stories to tell.
I have an unrealistic goal.
That I hope to achieve.
Because if I don't,
I won't be happy,
And happiness is my goal in life.
If I don't get my goal,
I might as well be dead.
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Final Writings
PoetryThis is just a place where I'm gonna let out my feelings. I warn you. It's not pretty. Triggering
