Where should I start? I don’t know what to write. They used to tell me I’m smart but I don’t feel so bright. I had so much ambition but I forgot to keep tradition. Will he be sad while they are glad? Will it come back to me on time or will this feel like a crime? So much lost potential having to deal with so much existential. I just watched it fade away while lost in this mental tapestry. So many worlds and characters lost in this world of imaginative dream sphere. “It’s not too late!” They cry, some were older than you are now and look at their legacy, you will make it dear one, it’s your destiny.
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