Autopilot mode has been activated. Everything is moving so fast and I have no time to breathe. No time to think. If I keep this up, It'll be December in a blink of an eye. No time to cherish life. No time to cherish friendships.
Is there more to life than this?
Am I cursed to live in this sort of life? To always be chasing but never to find?
To see perfection at the tip of my fingers,
But to trip on the way and linger?
How would I know when I've reached my destiny
When all I can see are depressing irony?
Is this my lot in this plot?
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