I was frustrated and stressed out earlier, but i feel like writing now..
I've discovered that i spend most of my life at an intersection.
directionless
and
wondering - which way to turn.
I've discovered that i'm a pretender. I pretend that I know where i'm going...
Here i am, at the place where red lights turn green and meet up with sparkling
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