giving up on yourself and dreams
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How could you,
Sit through the pain,
And watch the game of Life go by,
As you sit on the couch,
And reach into the pouch,
the pouch of failure,
After all failure is the greatest teacher,
Dear Past Me,
I know its so hard to let go.
The world isn't against you like you always thought it was.
The world is just the world.
And You are just you.
Be.
Be awake every morning.
I once wrote poetry.
The endless possibilities of human emotion at my disposal
I could pour it onto these blank pages, spiraling out from the mouth,
