Do you realize how fragile that is ? How truly fragile it is, and you walk on this line thin as a hair balancing yourself over a dreaded pit, with no safety on, without even a rope in your back, bare feet, scratching as the line resemble a razorsharp blade. yet you keep walking, towards what could be called the unknown, the wind keeps striking, the windows whistling, and beyond is just the world. Yet in a tiny room your mind expands, rejects uncomfort, self-sabotage itself, for no more than pleasure, what are we going after ?
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Fucking Problem 