Depending on the light of freedom available; when I look out of the window of my life, sometimes I see a glorious future, and sometimes, I only see myself.
We are our own jailers - locked in the quagmire of our limited minds, struggling for an answer we do not know the question to, as the clock wind's down.
I have this hope that each day and each year will be better and brighter than the one which preceded it; the years have not met my expectations and have not stopped moving forward, but neither have my hopes.
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