It began as something
She thought she had to do,
Something planned for,
Expected.
At first, she thought
That was okay.
Didn’t everyone go through
The same thing?
She allowed them
To direct her fate,
Pushing aside her hopes
For security, nine to five.
Now, she wonders…
Could there be
An expiration date
On dreams?
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