No Hopes, No Dreams, Just Existence

I used to dream of being an author, but not anymore.

I used to dream of moving to another country and experiencing their culture, but not any more.

I used to dream of spending my whole life with someone special, but half my life is gone and still I am alone.

I used to have hope, dreams, which many of us do, but now I just have my existence.

Now I just go to work, go home, occassionally do something “fun”.

It’s been one fucked up week.


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