Every day, I line up to pay my respects to crushed dreams, lost hope, meaningless days. I am grateful for being in that line. I feel proud I belong to that line.

Every day my dreams are broken, labeled, laughed at, forgotten. I feel beaten, ridiculous, stupid, tired.

Every day I live without life, I eat without hunger, I love without passion.

Every day I want to change that.

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