BABY STEPS...
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Why bother.
Why bother to make a change when you will not feel satisfied because social
validation has been drilled in our thick skull since childhood?
Why bother to let people in when
they are just going to leave?
Why bother falling in love when you will land up in heartbreak?
Why bother sending this, when you know it is trash?
Why bother going through all of this when
feeling numb is the most comfortable thing ever?
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