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Reshape


I'm starting to feel like an rusty machine.

Every day, it's the same routine.

I follow the path that others chose for me, and

they don't seem to understand.

It's not about them, it's about me.

I seem to be condemned to this path, I must escape.

They say to "follow your dreams",

but it's as if my dreams have become strangers.

I was born to be a leader, not a follower.

It's myself that I must reshape, and take the road less traveled. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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morenutmeg
<p>So many young adults today get stuck in what comes easy. Creating your own path or diversion is difficult, but so rewarding. Find your dreams ♡</p>

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