Maybe I’m full of it.
I’m sorry it seems like that.

Maybe I’m pretentious.
That’s something I’ve never wanted to be.

To me the future’s never a blank slate, but one with outlines already drawn.

“Only happy when it rains…”
“Weeping gorilla…”
I am more than this.
Was more than this.
Will be more than this.

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