Growing up

I remember a time where it was easy to visualize where and what you wanted out of life.  But now, being so inundated with the plights of what actually is the real world, I just want to sleep.  Its 4 am here, so do with that information what you will.  Make your judgements, cast upon me your thoughts of fright, restlessness and immaturity.  Some say only god can judge, but not even he can place me in such low regard of what I already think of myself. That isn’t to say that I am a victim of self loathing, but rather a victim of what was in contrast to what I can be.

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