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Ever felt the path laid out so wrong yet safe? I’ve been raised to take the safe choices, to be risk averse. These years I’ve only taken safe choices unknowingly clipping my own wings. I used to be able to fly but I fear that it may be too late now. This familiarity feels so safe, such an excellent choice only other people who don’t know me will find that I am lucky…
Under the surface of laughter, smiles, and seeming happiness, the very core of me tells me that I am damned for life. The part of me that tells me everyday that maybe I should fuck it all, and start again. Fall, and build again.
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