I'm just somebody who has an unrealized dream. I'm in a rut scarred with escape attempts, with a ground beaten by anxious pacing and walls that echo nonsensical psychological babbling. I am me, and I am at home within this place, and that is truly frightening. ...an update... The shadow encasement of the rut is behind me, and a gravel road is finally making way into green fields. The sun is on my face, and distant blue skies are reflected in my eyes. There are sometimes clouds and potholes, but I haven't sank any deeper than my ankles, and I never will again.
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