ALWAYS ALMOST (COMPLETED)
33 partes Concluida For so long, I've been surrounded by crowds, chanting and calling my name, reminding me of who I am, what my name is, and how they know me.
Amid the fame and influence, while being the center of attention, the center of the crowd, the apple of their eyes-
Is it possible to hold on to who you are?
Can you ever be sure you're the same person you were yesterday? How would you know? How could you tell?
How did it come to this?
How did it reach the point where other people know your name better than you know yourself?