Disconnect

Looking at my name rings with a familiarity...

But a disconnect at the same time.

I ask myself who I am and what I'm doing.

What I want.

Who I want.

Constantly questioning things but absent-minded at the same time.

It's ridiculous.

Mind silently wandering.

Valuing my income but undermining my brilliance n devaluing my thoughts.

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