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Always painting a new picture about how the future will look so fancy Promises flying here and there still hopeful I would live a life so fancy. Then the reality struck like a thief in the night I had to leave with no shirts on Tears finding it's way down my cheeks as I stare at the life I would venture on. The life I imagined is only few feets away but the reach is never within my grasp Waiting for the phone call that would just make my reality come within my grasp. Then a silent voice whispered into my confused head letting me know what I faced No golden ticket was printed or expected you have to gear towards the reality you faced.
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
No Golden ticket🄠
Always painting a new picture about how the future will look so fancy Promises flying here and there still hopeful I would live a life so fancy. Then the reality struck like a thief in the night I had to leave with no shirts on Tears finding it's way down my cheeks as I stare at the life I would venture on. The life I imagined is only few feets away but the reach is never within my grasp Waiting for the phone call that would just make my reality come within my grasp. Then a silent voice whispered into my confused head letting me know what I faced No golden ticket was printed or expected you have to gear towards the reality you faced.
This idea came while I was strolling out online then I realized I was living a life still holding on to the past
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27/M/Nigeria
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
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