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I do many things that people don’t like
but I don’t live for people.
I don’t live for anything.

I don’t live for you,
For me,
Or for anything that I could ever hope to be.

I drift,
And one day I’ll watch it all sail away
As soon as I know what it is
That I’m letting go.

Maybe you’re like me.
You’d like for very little to truly bother you.
You’d like to stop caring about everyone’s stories
That they call problems.

Maybe you don’t know.
Maybe you don’t really want to.
I doubt that anyone does
or even has an idea at that.

All these endless possibilities
Forming a mind map of insecurities.
Sit back, relax
And just let go