Do not cry.
And do not mourn.
This is the beginning gate of a new dream born.
Where desperate day-dreaming comes to fruition
Greeted by the warmth of a girl who gently listens.
I shall not tip toe,
It is time to be bold
Hiding in the shadows was a reminder of a timid soul
I'm a twenty year old
With a brain full of hopeless ambition
And empty pockets
Making plans for the future
While bolstering false promises
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