Graveyards

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We hustle through life trying to find meaning, but don't put worth into what we're dreaming. Where does the most value lie? In graveyards where we have died. Dreams that never saw reality, hopes that fell with finality; everyone is scrambling for mediocre standards as our aspirations spiral downwards.Waiting for that right moment, lying on the cold stone; broken. Broken for fear of standing out. Whispering because there was never a need to shout. Happy to sit in predestined boxes, not drawing attention just being cautious. Too afraid to fail, so you stay in the crowd. Shine! Step out of that box and be proud. Time is not tomorrow but today. Don't wait until there is nothing left to say. Fight! Change the world don't let it change you. Until one day your sitting old realizing no one ever knew.

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