Category : Poems

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I can't say, I know where I'm going but I can say I know what I'm not doing. They say that real friends, talk every day, but lately these days everyone throws in my face that I need to stop. I know I care too much, and maybe it would be best if I did what they wanted but I'm sick of doing what they want. I lost myself, consistently changing to fit their lives, now it's hard because I don't seem to know myself.