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What if I did that?
If I don’t stay focused, then how do I achieve my goals?
If I let what others say bother me, then how do I make my own decisions?
If I let others dictate my life, then is it my life?
If I allow myself to slack off, then will I go where I want?
If I don’t stand up for myself, then who will?
If I let everything out of my control bother me, does it consume me?
If I let myself be who I want, then will others see me differently?
If I don’t believe in myself, then how can I expect others to believe in me?
If I failed today and succeeded tomorrow does it mean I grew from my mistakes or does it mean the success and the failure were unrelated?
I could take it up for debate but in the end it doesn’t matter.
And if I wasn’t writing this, would the meaning still be the same?
I can wonder all I want but I guess we’ll never know.
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