How much of my life have I allowed to be contrived into existence by culture and expectations of others? Was any of my life self-conceived and self-created by my own hands?
Is the only way to move forward to go back and examine those hauntings that have held me back from becoming who I am inside? Right now I am content in this isolated world stuck between the past and the future. Here I only exist. I don’t have to live, to become, to risk or step out into the real world.
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