Everything was what it was, because anything else seems complicated.
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Everything was what it was, because anything else seems complicated.
Who is saying I am not all that because of you? Most of what we are is what people expect us to be and if you take that away nothing means anything.
We are of anything, creatures of habit, drawn of safety of the comfort of familiar, but what is coming when a familiar becomes unsafe? Would the fear that we desperately trying to avoid, finds us where we live?