I'm bored.
I'm home.
I'm thinking, how pathetic I am.
I always imagine, I'm being whatever I want to be.
I'm full of skill, academically (?)
I'm ready, aren't I.
I'm full of worry-ness.
I'm doubt.
Once, I thought I was ready.
No. I wasn't.
I fucked my self off.
I screwed everything up.
But now, I think it's time.
There's chance(s).
Far. Far away, but classified.
I'm ready. Am I?
I will not screw things up. Won't I?
Just get up. Take a step.
Things will changes, time will never be the same.
But, all is about compromise. Isn't it? I think.
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