My sadness is not a sadness of fact, but a sadness of possibility. It is not really circumstance that weighs on my soul, but instead the heavy burden of limited possibility. I am plagued, constantly, by this overwhelming sense that the world is my oyster, and a strangling fear that I am throwing it all, all away
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Anyways, I empathize somewhat, I guess, is the point...
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