So it came to be that I was not lost. I knew exactly where I was,
where I had always been. Suffocating in the expected and mediocrity.
So dead set on not living the life that I wanted, but rather the life I
was suppose to.
This has been the destruction of my life. This is my great tragedy.
My incredibly cowardice. I envy the brave. Even if that courage takes
them away from me or what I want, I respect it.
So many ideas, so many possibilities. If I just had the guts to grab them.
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