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growing up beside you

The opportunities in front of me are meant to be inspirational - yet looking at them all I feel is pressure.

I look with my eyes shut to relieve the pressure - pressure remains.

I feel that clarity surrounding my future will dissipate the pressure on my shoulders - but pressure won’t let you be if it’s self-orchestrated.

Open your eyes and breathe - one day you’ll miss not knowing.

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