You are more than the frame they filled with expectation.

They saw your size before they saw your self.

Before you had a voice. Before you had a choice.

The expectations started early — and they never let up.

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You were the tallest in every room.
So they handed you the pressure like it was a gift.

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They called you the future.
But no one told you how much of the present it would cost.

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You’ve learned to carry the weight.
The brand. The locker room. The losses.
Even the people back home who still see you as the lottery ticket.

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But inside —
you’re still the kid who just loved the game.
Not the symbol. Not the headline. Not the machine.

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This mirror isn’t for the player they built.

It’s for the human they forgot was there.