What if I don't want to be? What if I'm actually the weak one hiding all my frustrations, doubt, and insecurities?
All those dreams I had. Forgotten and left for dead in the bowels of my brain, for what? So others can see how much better off I am?
I've heard it's never too late to dream.
Do they dream in hell?
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