Have you ever...?
Have you ever felt like there is a constant struggle against yourself? Have you ever felt like there is a part of you pulling you away of your own life? Have you ever felt that you belong somewhere else but there is this part, the one that has control over your moves, decisions and feelings, that is permanently convincing you otherwise? Have you ever wonder if this voice is right of if the other little part of you that is telling you the opposite? Have you ever desire so many things in life and started to reach it but this voice shows up and you give everything up? Have you ever found one single reason to realize that this voice has always been wrong, that you can actually reach more and that you can bring your dreams back and make them real? Have you ever noticed that you have to improve to be at the same level of your new reason? Have you ever gave up so many times, (even when you wanna keep up) because your voice has won again? Then tell me, please. What do you do when your whole reason gets tired of fighting against you and your voice. when it starts to notice that it wasn't worth it and it's so hurt that walks away? Have you ever wonder why is it so hard to listen? Have you ever wonder why it's so hard to keep up when, at some point, is so simple?
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