You could say that I am one to dream. Maybe merely a child built on endless expectation and flawed hope. I aspire to be way more than I will ever be able to acheive. But maybe some of my dreams will eventually be realized.

For now, I try to elude the popularization of profundity and look within myself and towards others to find myself again, and what truly emerges from the mix.

This is who I was.

Sixteen, living in a dream, ready to scream.

P.S. If any of you have time, please take a look at/ read this:

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