Dreamer not the doer
I hate
failure, failing.
I hate life but
love living.
But.
Are you even
living, if you hate
every second of it?
There’s a key difference between
existing, and living.
I want to live.
I want to be away,
far and farther and further out,
from those
I can’t stand to be around.
I want to follow dream,
and, the only way possible for that,
is to be away,
from all
of you.
I think I need be a doer of the dreams,
for that is the only way out.
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