Hold Fast To Your Dreams,The tourament starts in one hour. The tournament. The reason why I came out here. Exciting day today, only I'm not in it.
For If Dreams Die,
Life Is A Broken-Winged Bird
That Cannot Fly...
Words cannot describe my dissatisfaction. Oh, there's always next year... whatev. Soothes as much as "you can still adopt." Even knowing I finished top 100 in the ladies world championship doesn't assuage my grief.
What hurts the most is that I believed. I did all I could do, but throughout, I maintained a solid belief that I would make it, that I was worthy. Even until I went to bed last night, I kept alive the hope of pulling through miracle #3... but it was not to be.
Once again, we fall short and find ourselves at square one. Don't tell me I aim too high; my goals are not beyond my abilities. Hillary didn't win either, you think she'd feel better if you told her the country just wasn't ready for a woman president? No. She was ready, capable, and willing.
R.I.P. WSOP Dream... it was fun while it lasted.
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