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Nonsense, Poetry, Stream of Consciousness

where am i going

i dont have a clue where my vessel sails, where my plane will land, or where my ship will find port.

i don’t have a clue what i’m doing, what i’m looking for, or what i’m reaching out for, trying to touch.

i don’t have a clue when it’ll get better, when i’ll breathe out, or when i’ll close my eyes in peace.

i don’t have a clue why it’s taking so long, why it’s just out of reach, or why it’s everywhere but here.

i don’t have a clue how i’ll get there, how far it is, or how much it’ll take from me to reach it.

i don’t have a fucking clue.

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