Life is frustrating, especially when you feel somewhat stuck between where you are and where you know you belong and/or want to be. And there's not much you can do, as you must make do with the world that surrounds you at the present moment. You make the best of what you can until the time comes when that door opens, the door you've been waiting for patiently, in quiet frustration and anxious restraint, and what a day that will be when you finally get to step through. And when you do, you hope what you've been waiting for, longing for, is on the other side of that door.
And you are terrified of the thought that it might not be.
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