not now

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By voxbox vacancy

i am condemned by it beaten down by it this want for something more you tell me that life is made up of tiny little pieces created to fit together in a perfect, elaborate weave a puzzle waiting to be solved should i be wanting more? should i remain happy now? i feel ignorance and chaotic i feel trapped and ignored is this really what i should want? i'm still hoping there's more to it but no one can be sure if i knew everything i would be a god and i don't want that kind of responsibility not now

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