Dear Future,
I used to yearn for you. I used to wish you'd come sooner. You were the reward I wanted without earning. Now as I live and breathe in a 16 year old body, I realise that you are a monster dressed like an angel. I dread you today, tomorrow and forever. The curiosity that used to consume me at a wee age has mutilated into fear of the unknown.
Why do you lure the likes of me into wishful thinking, only to let us down? What pleasure do you get out of emotional paralysis?
I assure you, I will learn to face you and your devious mind. But you will never be able to show me your face because the future never comes.
Yours truly,
A warrior in the making
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