Ever had a dream so vivid that you sat at the edge of the bed wondering if it was real? If your brain was doing its best to trick you or it was simply replaying a certain memory?
This is how I feel right now. As if I am stuck inside a dream from another life.
Did it ever happen to you to stare in the mirror, to be surrounded by nothing but silence, and to think to yourself that the life you’re living is not your own? That you are somehow being forced to experience someone else’s reality?
You made choices, and those choices made you. A version of you that you no longer recognize, and version of you that you deny to accept as who you are.
This is what is happening to me right now.
I refuse to believe that I am seven days from being homeless. I simply refuse to believe it.
I have thought half my life for my words to have meaning, and now, in my hour of need, I am wordless.
The truth is that I can only do this with your help. It’s just one week.
How much can a man accomplish in a week?
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$710 are still needed to be raised by Friday, the 15th.
Any amount matters. Even if it’s one dollar. Especially if it’s one dollar.
Any amount at all.