We’ve put on our best impressions for people who can’t see past them. We constantly compromise the person we truly are, just to figure out if we can get any far. We root ourselves in folly and fictitious affection; things that cannot apprehend true adoration. I’ve become oblivious to gestures of such.
I aspire to flee from such unsoundness, to maybe witness something more than just a synopsis; An existence pervaded thoroughly and purposefully, something that is meant to be seen by not only the blind, but those unwilling to see.
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