Dear Void,

Sometimes I wonder about my life.
I lead a small life. Well, not small, but
circumscribed. And sometimes I wonder,
do I do it because I like it, or because
I'm not being brave?
So much of what I
see reminds me of something I read in a
book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?
Perhaps it's small because it's mine?
Anything good in my life has come from the times
that I have boldly confronted the darkness.
But those days feel over.
I remember when I was the future of the world.
And now I am raising the future.
Who will soon move on and create his future,
and once again I will be sitting here feeling small.

I don't know if I want an answer to this.

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