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out here, just trying to breathe, just trying to be — something beyond mediocrity
not resting on nostalgic reflections of past trials and tribulations
nah, those two impostors wear the same mask of distraction
I can’t be nonchalant about my dissatisfaction, though I am confident inside my own skin, I am learning to unlearn patterns of comfort and persist in orchestrating my discomfort to tune in with real — living
the world is full of beginnings and endings, processes like night and day
dances with different names, but the stretching of self, the high hopes, the management of expectations, is the style of the sway, I am the gatekeeper of my free, I am the lock and the key, I am the gateway to living these moments — beyond mediocrity
