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the time is now, but why does it feel like i am praying catch up with everythingG? hopes that once were on fire are now doused by the lack of effort. maintaining a certain image all for the benefit of others, but this is me, i scream. surrounded by things that matter, things that are real. people would kill to be where others are. surrounded by things that matter, things that are real. questions arise quicker than i could ever answer. a place in your heart is all i ever wanted, wishing something would stick. pen to paper, a simple task that requires a thought. so deep, so profound, no one would believe.