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I forgot to have a big dream
Now that I think about it
I never even found my passion
The easy solution would be to claim that I’m a writer
But that doesn’t feel true most days
The words I write are not my own
Rather the physical manifestation of my pain
Of something within me that is beyond my control
And removing them is a process that exhausts me
I never planned for my future
I simply took it day by day
Leaving me to feel lost and unprepared
Unwilling to accept that this is it
I am missing the feeling that used to drive me
That gave me hope for what was to come
Because I am in a future now
Once again filled with words that hurt me
And worried that this is all I will ever amount to