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Dear Future,
Please bring me something that makes this all worth while.
Because, in all my dreams I’m running, from things that I used to know,
Or places that used to exist,
or people that I used to linger on,
And problems that will be forever left unsolved.
You are my Gravity and my guarantee
You are a vision, you are a tree,
You are my Painfully Transparent Best Friend,
And I’m just me, sober and quiet and wishing I was drunk
(so that I had a legitimate excuse to make an @$$ out of myself.)
I have always walked like I’m measuring my steps

I’m afraid of you
and I can’t wait to see where you are taking me to,

So I always end up telling myself;

I’m going,

I’m going,

I’m going,

eventually, I’m going, I swear.

I swear.

Jesus Christ, I swear.


And hey, maybe...
I
can
actually
start
to
feel
like
a
human
being,




- Eventually.

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