The Death of my Dreams




To the child in me that died because I wasn't strong enough to be a super-soldier. I'm sorry to have killed you. I think I did you a favor.

To the kid in me that died because I never developed the passion to be a doctor. I'm sorry to have killed you but I'm glad I did.

To the teenager in me that died because I didn't give you enough time to be a writer. I'm sorry to have killed you, your death saddened me the most.

To the adult I have brought to life. The one who dreams to have a 9 to 5. Your death, although imminent. Will shatter me.

Please don't die on me. 

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Wordsmith: Bismah Akhtar (@bismahtriestowrite)

Painting by: 
artbybee7

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