Beep road
I was walking. But the road started getting beep. Now I am here, having doubts. I am on a journey. There are too many beep roads. I am on the right road. Maybe moving forward wasn't the right way. I now doubt everything. Am I wrong to put myself first? Because I belong back of the line. Someone or something always puts me aside. I am just trying to push this beep road. I am holding on. My thoughts go to my native mind. I stopped thinking for myself. My mind goes back to the beginning of time. The hope I have faded always. I stopped believing in myself. I can't even make you turn because the road is too bumpy. Likewise, I have to hold onto my faith. It stops me on my track. I must fight for my freedom—another change I must pass. It won't be easy. But my happiness comes first. I had to keep moving forward. I am on a one-way street. Turn back time. It is not on my card—just one beep road in my joinery. Now, I have to try to pass through it. I can see my path. But how do I keep moving forward, or do I stop? In my heart, I wanted to push through it. But in my mind, I wouldn't make it, only if I was strong enough to move a mountain. So now I second-guessed myself. I wonder if I will win. I have to put my Survivor
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