The year mercy left the building. The year some friendships died, some dreams burned out, and some versions of me had to be buried just so I could keep walking.
2010 wasn’t just a year. It was a threshold. No Mercy -2010-
No cushion. No second chances for free. You either stood up or stayed down. The year mercy left the building
Thank you, 2010. You hurt. But you didn’t lie. some dreams burned out
In 2010, life didn’t ask — it demanded. Grades. Grit. Goodbyes. Growth.