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In situations like these, I feel them twisting me into a darker form of myself, twisting me into a blind conviction that they are destined to fall to their death. His could have been grabs me in a chokehold as he wavers in the wind. A life where he channels his infinite potential. A life where he cradles me close to his chest and inhales, pours his heart and soul into his future.
They do not know how cruelly they reduce me, with their undue despair. They do not know why I accompany them on their way down and give them a taste of their own medicine, force into their minds a play-by-play of their could have been and the opportunities they could have taken. Some cry before they hit the ground. It is how they finally learn that I could have helped them. Could have granted them their full potential.
It was long ago when they first gave me a name. Confidence. I wonder how many still remember it.
Inspired by the photo series 'Opportunity everywhere?!' by Jolans FUNG Image #1