Random Excerpts from my Brain

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I wanted the world, the idea of life meant everything to me, I questioned it everyday.

I saw things, I wanted to unsee, my innocence of the world stripped like a child’s dummy.

What are my goals in life? Do I seek to achieve them or do I simply dream it.

Fuck dreaming, I need to live it, for it to become me.

A better person, someone I’ve always wanted to be, but who is she?

All these hidden meanings, when I’m the only one reading.