Just let me have a voice so I can make my points. I can’t imagine running a race with no finish line, just let me keep my pace and make the most of my time. I love giving but I’m bad at receiving, the truth is I’d prefer to be the one bleeding. But I’m a paranoid that stays between play and work, cautious and aware, cause I’m afraid of being hurt. Which brings me to the issue, and that would be this: how often must I ask myself why I exist? I feel like a freak, this world is a circus. Just trying to find myself as well as my purpose.
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