i feel time has stopped communicating to me
i admire who i was
i clench to music
i roam at night earplugs on
i want to impress her
i don't want her to like me
i think i need the world to reveal itself to me
i'd hate myself if i ever lose my favorite sneakers
i'm waiting to be noticed
i got lost again in idle conversations
i think my thoughts are special
i don't spend enough time with the version of me that you like
i suspect the end of something is approaching
i can't come up with anything new to start at this age
i am not alone,
my calendar is.
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