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The first hand to guide you is not always the one that saves you.

Maybe in another life, I could be the person I wanted to be and live the life I wanted.

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I don’t think I’m afraid of failing anymore. I’m afraid of time. Of becoming someone who survived instead of someone who lived. Someone who was never brave enough. Someone who never finally felt enough. I wanted to look back one day and say, I really lived. Instead, I’m afraid of leaving this world with a heart full of unopened doors, unwritten stories, unplayed melodies, friendships I never got to have and dreams that never got the chance to become memories. Maybe I’m not five hundred miles away from home. Maybe I’m five hundred miles away from the person I always hoped I’d becomeβ€”someone who wasn’t afraid, someone who finally felt enough. And the cruelest part is not knowing if I’ll ever reach them… or if they’ll spend their whole life waiting for me.

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