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Jul 29
What the **** was my dream?
                      Started wanting to be an astronaut,
                      then a pilot, maybe an engineer —
                      A scientist to cure illness,
                      or discover new elements never seen clear.

What the **** was my dream?
                      The last one I remember was borrowed
                      from someone I loved so deep.
                      Now I'm just walking,
                      fighting through days with no end —
                      Because I am alive still. Lost, but alive still.

- Moonie
This had multiple iterations without the curse words but that's just what makes its true on how it felt while i was composing this during my graduation ceremony in college.
Written by
Raeven  23/M/Philippines
(23/M/Philippines)   
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