I keep waking up in pools of sweat with this feeling in the back of my head.
It feels like I am dying, then it feels like I am dead.
If I am my decisions, am I confident or timid?
I'm honest.
Let's hope to God I'm honest.
Will I become my parents?
You will and I will too.
Will I find a few new friends when you are of no use?
Do you even care anymore?
I'll go camping when it's cold outside.
Zooming out on Google Earth, I've become even less significant.
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