Boxes stacked on top of boxes in the attic, gathering dust. I'm not someone sought after, my mind is up for the taking. I believe in the summer and the underdog, I'm full of surprises. When I breath it's like neon light for the masses of people out there. But I fumble around in the dark feeling for light and end up with a busted lip,I feel discouraged today. You're a raging forrest fire. I'm cold water splashed with self-denial. I'm running and running but my feet are stuck in cement, why? I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've lost this fucking "game". Choose choose choose. Choose kids you hated in school, choose the awkward, choose God. Choose to be an actor, choose to go each day based off of a whim, choose to make a lot of money. For God sakes just choose something! There's all these roads that will lead you anywhere if you're just as lost as I am. No one notices them, and no one notices the things they wish they had done.
Gosh, where do I begin?
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