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It's funny how the minute I decide to dash onward and set myself free of the chains that bound me to the past, I am instantly enveloped in new circumstances, new complications, new distractions. Even though I've made up my mind that I'll never again allow myself to drift away from the fantasy worlds I conjure and the plans I've made, it seems my heart has a different agenda. The way it makes me see the world in new lights, and the people that where always there now shine so bright I find it difficult to ignore. I don't know how, but I think I need to lose control, and perhaps allow myself the thrill of making mistakes again. I remember being so fearless, so full of resolve to claw and sweat, even if just for the sake of saying I tried. I'm proud of who I've become, sometimes I just wish I wasn't forced to make so many sacrifices - letting go of tiny pieces, until I found myself here, standing in front of the mirror, without a fucking clue who's staring back at me. And while my confidence soars to new heights, I am scared that with it, so will my insecurities, because the higher I fly, the bigger distance I'll fall if it all comes crashing down. The further I reach, the greater I'll bleed when the boy who dreams, has been left with no dreams at all.
