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Ghost


Dear  self,

 

It is ok to cry

everyone makes mistakes

you have come so far

yet you feel stuck

where am I supposed to go?

what is my calling?

is this the right path for me?

I can barely stumble out of my bed

to carry the weight of this life

will someone please reach down to me

embrace me with love and kindness?

no

this is life

things are not easily obtainable

you must grind

work yourself to the bone

scream at the top of your lungs

then maybe

just maybe

you will catch someones attention

one day this will all be worth it

I'm praying that it will be

to finally taste the sweetness of success

but what is success?

what defines success?

happiness? 

wealth?

power?

stay strong my friend

it is not over yet

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