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11:30 AM
Constant dreams about being a little risky and being a little free,
The aim was being aimless and finding out where I would end up at,
Would the sensation of the moment outweigh the consequences of regretting that.
Would it even be regret, what if all this while that was the answer,
Always so wound up, always so proper,
Would be lying if I said I’ve never wondered if I should fuck things over.
It’s always better when the sun is down, because things never looked as real in light as they do in the night.
Fixated on focusing in the dark because that’s when I let my guard down,
It’s when the barriers crumble that I realise what’s not found.
Wanting to experience as much as the people I write about do,
Not brave enough to take any action that would get me there,
Never understood why I would pull myself back, why I would settle for what I thought was fair.
So much going on, nothing much to say,
How did things end up dimmer when the opportunities got brighter,
Getting by days numb cause it makes situations lighter.
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