Let's forget promises. They mean nothing until they're fulfilled. InsteadI'll keep running, I'll keep re-inventing, I'll become who I want to be. In the end. When I'm who I want to be. In the end. I'll find comfort in the fact I got there my way. I'll dream of a time where you'll accept me and the idea that there's another way. Until than, you can keep asking me, "why am I so angry?" There's nothing wrong with anger. But anger is wasted with idle hands and minds. That's why I scream these words to you. I keep standing up to you. I keep asking why, I keep letting you down. Because I found the place where dreams go to die, it's in the place you call the real world.
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