Sunday, February 19, 2017

Dream, Dream, Dream

I've been told, I'm the strong one.

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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