I wonder where I'll be
when I'm out of school
or even still in college
I wonder if I'll even make it
I thought I would die before then
I'm so sure I'm wrong yet
to be honest I wish it
this worlds kind of
boring
everything I do day to day
the beauty is shrouded
by the random thoughts of other buzzing people
thinking the faster they go the more they will get
In twenty years will I be like that
I probably already am
I hope I die then
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