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The future

cez
Jul 9, 2020
1 min read

It's too hard.

Pretending.

I say one thing but mean another.

I'm okay.

But really, I want to get out of here faster.

I miss it.

The freedom.

Taking the city in and fantasizing.

The future.

Our future.

I guess I really miss it.

It ended before it even started.

Now I'm left here wondering.

This future.

Our future.

Is it ever happening?

We talk.

Not much.

But nothing is the same.

I know.

You know.

It's all part of a game.

This future.

Our future.

I'll leave it up to fate.

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