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Literature
The end of the road When I look back on all the years, I see that I’ve mostly ridden every wave, instead of steering in any desired direction Dream after dream, passed up due to fear and laziness, I’ve wound up so far from the expectations of others I waited so long to take control, and I fear that it’s too late to make myself something of true value And so I think this is the end of the road, the one I finally traveled so far along, the one I thought would take me somewhere different It’s led to failure, rejection, and silence, over and over and over, and it has me thinking there is nothing left I abandoned the ones who depended on me because I thought they were keeping me from being who I truly needed to be I left the place that I thought wasn’t home anymore, and came to where I thought I belonged But now I see only glimpses of the other people I care about, and they likewise only see glimpses of me because I have nothing to share but shame It feels like a lie any time I accomplish
