Sometimes I care.
And other times I don't
There are times when I'm completely content.
And there are times when nothing is right.
I wish I knew what this was.
What it meant.
How to be constant.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't me.
Sometimes I wish I was someone else.
But most of the time that isn't the case.
Only sometimes.
Right now...I just am.
1 comment:
That is called being human.
Right. Did you finish? I thought that might have meant you had.
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