I hate being here, what I am, what I haven’t become, what I have become. But still I
look ahead for what tomorrow might become, what it might bring. It’s hard to walk and
look ahead, not knowing what running is, but I still crawl through the next chapter of
life. My book still hasn’t been written, but what I know now will not be in vain, it will be
the tool used to open who I am, and one day realize its not what you’ve become but
what you have proven to yourself.
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