dreams dying

I see my dreams dying.

I am stuck.  Trapped.

I think I have to stay.  Even if it isn’t what I want, I have to stay.

Mediocre purgatory.  Whatever.

Let go of what I wanted to be.  It’s o.k.  Nobody gets what they want.

Only what they deserve.

Good bye, dreams.

Better luck next time.

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