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is there a reason why I can't imagine my life ten years from now? people know what they're passionate about I used to know what I was passionate about until real life hit me like a truck and shattered my dreams into fragments on the concrete of my self-doubt why am I so afraid of my future yet so unsatisfied with my present?
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
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is there a reason why I can't imagine my life ten years from now? people know what they're passionate about I used to know what I was passionate about until real life hit me like a truck and shattered my dreams into fragments on the concrete of my self-doubt why am I so afraid of my future yet so unsatisfied with my present?
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
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