I think I'll always have the mindset that my dreams will ever be unfulfilled.
There is a lot of life, but the imagination has no idea of what is realistic.
These feelings war inside of me. The desire to believe that anything is possible, and the side of me that thinks in figures and logic.
Anything is possible, yes, but I'd be a fool to believe that I'm important enough in the scheme of things to make a difference.
Shut up, brains.
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