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I wrote something this week that splattered my identity all over the living room floor.

Not because it’s sad… but because it’s real.

This is what happens when your dream hits puberty and suddenly has opinions about salary, health insurance, and lunch breaks.

If your nervous system is funding your freedom, this one’s for you.

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I'll be here, if you wanna talk.

I have a LOT more to say, but this felt like the right way to start the honest conversations.

-Dre

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