false hope?
I'm sat here in my dimly lit room watching everyone graduate high-school the damaging light from my computer shows my high school experience each grade being an F 80+ teacher emails asking me what are you doing with your life? I repeat that question in my head over and over again what are you doing with your life? what are you doing with your life? what are you doing with your life? what are you doing with your life? I don't know I'm wasting it away staring off into space making plans and never following through missing the ghosts of people I once knew waiting for my life to fall into place I know it won't happen, I know I'm waiting on nothing but has a little false hope ever hurt anyone?
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