You’ve got so much potential.

It was a drug. To hear this. Potential equalled possiblity.

Now it’s just a curse.

Potential got me out of here. It got me to there.

It was what was getting me to safety. To freedom.

But then, potential became a poison.

Something I have but cannot get to.

Just out of reach.

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