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I feel like I am resisting something. Something old and from time of birth. A dream that really I will someday be wealthy. Important. Significant. I resist reaching for it, the possibility. Afraid that if I try I will know it was all a lie. That we are not free. That we are fated from the start to never amount to anything at all. At once
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