what lies ahead

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i want something or someone to put all this wasted thought into,
i want to find a fucking part of me in someone else. i want someone that i can cherish every fucking day in my own way. i fall into this bullshit, i cannot just for once be my complete self, i cannot find that path to walk or sky to scream at.
where do i go from here?

boxed in

i can put a reason to almost everything,
except my own anxieties

ufos are real