here i am writing again in the matter of days,
maybe i have too much free time on my hands?

the marvels of youth, and once again i heave a sigh...
the never ending zeal
the impetuosity
the whole "fark you, i'm right" attitute
the wasted years
the dreams
the void
what are they to me?
i'm burning out even before i start
maybe i tried to too early,
a young immature fool thinking he knows the world

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