Inside of the world π of me.
Days goes by as I go by with them but in my eyes space time mind I'm still stuck on pause and mainly rewind... to the point that my futures are on stand by but time is running out of time, stretchin extension to do right by time given and this life was never really mines to begin with... if so only for a short period of time not longer than a min. my attention span ran rapid but wanted to stand still feel everything an nothing fake and real....but after that feeling experiencing in the end still felt nothing... disgusted...not really knowing what what is.... what did I even feel...did I even feel? was that even me really feelin? could I even be enough to feel these things..can I... should I ...even be able to scream... even dream... be free....be me..who I'm supposed to be... but who am I suppose to be.. who is me...and how do I know it's really me..who the creator made me to be..but is he who made me to be who I am really who I want to be...
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