Dream

I went to the big city to work hard for the dream I longed for when I was young. I worked countless part-time jobs for the dream, spent the first half of my life, and ended up in a tragic death. But looking back, I left nothing and can't take anything away in my life. The reality is so ironic. Bullies can shine at the top. People without any connotation are called writers, but people with real connotation and ability have such a miserable life... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.