Sometimes events happen unannounced and unexpected. Sometimes with or without permission from the outside, I rekindle a forgotten dream of a new life regardless of the countless times I was begged otherwise. I begin to tell my myself another story, one without the despondent mood. I have my own opinions that need not be validated peripherally. I have a mind of my own that can discern through the viscousness of ruses. My emotions are mine to wrap around me, to own for a passing and to release at the brink of despair with a redemptive will and a steady focus. Sometimes I pull up my bootstraps and promise myself that I will be the one to stop the generational curses. Sometimes you must leave the outside, outside and go inside to dream it all up again.
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