Tell Me

  Tell me.

Tell me I will make it.

Epic the musical fills my ears with the cries of ancient heroes fighting for their lives, and I press on.

Before the best moments come the hardest challenges. My car, my rent, my time, my friends. It piles on, but still I push. I will make this happen, the very fact that it's hard makes it worth doing. I ignore the calls, trying my best to focus. 

This will be worth it. 

Tell me this will be worth it.

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