Sometimes when I’m inactive in one place for a while expecting something,
I begin to feel like my patience isn’t really getting me anywhere.
And waiting to long seems like what I could find will never appear.
I will never be aware, selecting the length of time I could never voice.
I’m trying to be good natured about waiting on this delay, but at the same time I wish patience allowed some sort of freedom of choice
"Nobody trust me to know what I know anymore, my memories belong to me"
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