I dream of my other life,
the life that I could be living.
measurements of success are subjective,
and that's the honest truth.
expectations of this life overwhelm me,
an endless push for perfection.
filled with fear of disappointment and failure,
I am constantly held back.
I dream of my other life,
the life that I could be living.
free of fear or pressure,
where I define success
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