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Okay, this isn't literature as much as something I wrote while rambling in livejournal, but I thought it sounded deep. Then again, it's late and I'm tired. Maybe it is good, maybe it isn't. Oh well.
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I've got to, because, there /are/ people who expected it of me. There are people who are still rooting for me back at home. Their dreams rest on their shoulders. Do I bear their weight now... or drop them and let them rot in the path behind me? Which is more noble? It's not noble of them to put their dreams on me. I don't even know why I ask myself. I know what is right. I just... don't want it to be. I don't want to carry that weight any more. It's my responsibility I know. I know. I don't know. I know. I don't want to know. I don't want to believe it. ... ... But I know. If I leave those dreams to rot, the stink will fill my nostrils for the rest of my life. Their hopeful eyes will stare back at me every time I close mine. That's not even the reason I should do the right thing though. I should be noble out of fear. I should be noble because it's the right thing to do. The right thing. Right. I can do it right?
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