dying

i have no idea what the hell i’m doing

i quit my job

and compared to before

i barely make a thing

my excuse was so i could finally start going after my dreams

but even i don’t know what that means

i need a sign

i need to know that i’m gonna be more than fine

all my life i have just been wishing

i haven’t truly been living

and that’s worse

than dying

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