I just started smoking, I just started fuckin, I need that portion, I need to focus.
If fitting in is working, it would have worked a long time ago to so many people
every night I lay on my bed and all I see is the ghost of my ideas
I dream while awake and when I sleep I zone out to the stars
Epictetus asked me how long are you going to wait before I demand the best for myself?
How can I hate what I'm doing but still doing it
How can life change for me.?
I don't like this jumbled voice in my head...
Pure fog with no substance is in my head telling me what to do
faded memories rubbing off my thoughts
thank you
love
thank you
love
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