But that comfort is a killer, murdering vibrant dreams in cold blood as mediocrity and blandness cheer with maniacal glee.
The Dollhouse Years
Oreoluwa Fakorede

4 years after my divorce, I still find myself with tattered and lost dreams. One day it smacked me upside the head that I stopped dreaming altogether. Not only did I let my ex husband rob me of my life and dreams, I stopped hoping and dreaming of better for my life. I was left with shattered and broken dream. Every day I keep trying to get there or maybe find new dreams and aspiration to shoot for. 💫

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