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before voices stepped in

I can’t remember who I was, before voices other than mine stepped in. I think I wanted to be a movie director, a script I read in kindergarten— a line or two still hums when I dream. I think I wanted to be a fashion designer, my first sketches— heels like daggers, dresses stitched with thunder. I think I wanted to be a writer, during math class in middle school— a girl with powers, betrayed by her lover. Now I tell people I want to be a marketing executive, a product manager— since when, I can’t remember. Before voices other than mine stepped in, I think, I think— I wanted to be the hand behind moving dreams.
______________ Note: Inspired by a line I saw on Pinterest 'Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?'

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