Before here,everything looks so clear.
Almost everything, looks too clear.
But when shit got real, it really aint the same.
The freedom and goals becomes my curse.
Eating me from inside, while my heart is still alive.
I don't wanna be me right now but at the same time i wanna be me.
But the problem is who am i?
Stuck between choices is the most mind taxing thing.
I don't miss home that much, i miss myself.
I don't think searching fr answers is that hard, searchin for myself is more difficult.
My goals, my future, my vision, my dreams. 😟
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