Maybe I'll be poor forever. That's a possibility. It doesn't have to happen that way, but perhaps it will. I need to keep going forward. I will not end up like my father, if that's any consolation. Nothing in my life was like my father. Nothing. I never did (those things) that he did. I made it further than him. I'll never be accepted again, but I can move forward.
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