It must be the feeling of the new year.
we begin with little goals, we forget about them in a month and then we feel guilty in fragments.
The deepest months consist of going back and saying how fast it went.
Traveling around puts a smile across my dry skin.
It is crucial that I know what I want to do.
How are we supposed to just know?
I have to know because I lack financial support that will let me fuck around.
Obsession helps me keep the time.
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