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Sep 2018
Sometimes people say to me: ‘Just follow your dreams and everything will be alright.’ Other people say: ‘You don’t choose dreams, dreams choose you’. But f*ck all those people.
Here I am, sitting in my bedroom hoping that there will fly a new brain filled with dreams and when I have a dream, I would follow it, I would chase it and then I would do anything to make that one dream come true.
But you know what the truth is. I do have dreams. But every time they slip into the door there comes a big dark cloud filled with fear, doubt and insecurity that blows it all away. The only thing that is left over is a little bit ash filled with hope. I gather the little white sparkling ash that is left and put it in a box of matches. And one day I will have enough diamonds to do anything.

That’s my dream.
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Noa  17/F/New York
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