july 5, 2016
past thoughts that fester in passing
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i used to ask myself
when i die
will i be remembered,
by anyone or for anything?
and if remembered,
how much of what i'm remembered for,
is something i'd be proud of?
now i ask myself
if in a world with no others,
would that change how i live?
in my last moment, at my last breath,
how do i want to remember myself?
the term "fomo"
is a term i can't figure out
i'm certain i don't wish i was there
but at the same time,
i'm certain i don't wish i was there
but at the same time,
i wish i wanted to be there
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i'm not sure if my unwillingness
to disclose certain parts of myself with others
is a choice or a defense mechanism
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are you ever afraid of missing out
on that one moment
or on that one person
that might change the rest of your life?
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how much of life is a result of
how badly you want it,
vs how much you deserve it?
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