I'm A Pretender
What we are is human.
We are no superheros with superpowers.
Some of us don't do much with our lives but we'd like to think we did.
We'd like to pretend that we made some huge impact on the world before we die
But the truth is, we didn't.
We like to imagine that all our friends are real and that none are fake.
We like to pretend that we were the cause of somebody's smile....but really.....we weren't. We like to be young and hold someone's hand and call it dating.
We are always pretending.
Everyone is a pretender at one point in time.
Or maybe you prefer to be called a dreamer.
I dont know.
Either way, pretender or dreamer, we all did imagine something knowing it's simply false. But we can do some of the things I listed.
They aren't impossible.
We can make someone smile.
We can make someone feel worth something.
We can be young, obviously.
We can do many such things.
We can make an impact on the world.
We can be known.
Put in history books.
Loved by many.
Adored or admired even.
But until then, most of us are pretenders.
Whichever you prefer.
It doesnt matter.
Just continue and live on.
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