Amnesia620

Why do I stand here wasting my life
When I have so many things on my list
Where I want to experience so many things
What I've left undone for so long
Who am I to say I've loved myself over the years
How do I fix my world now?
Why do I watch time pass and I do nothing
When I feel this overwhelming sense of urgency
Where I must do things quickly
What is my purpose here on this soil
Who am I suppose to be
How come I can't figure it out?
Why am I plagued with these thoughts
When I should be calm and cool
Where will I find myself in the future
What will I be in the years to come
Who will love me forever tomorrow
How will I fix my world then?
Why are these words written here
When I should be screaming them
What would I say if I had the chance
Who will listen to me if I cry out
How come it's so complicated?

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For example, I find that a lot of college girls are barbie doll carbon copies with few differences...Sadly, they're dumb, ditzy, immature, snotty, fake, or they are the gravitational center to orbiting drama. - Amnesia620