We're all so insignificant. We create life so easily, nurture it for nine months, create it. Yet we live in fear of what we have created and what to expect, because no one has returned from death. My fear is existing past that point.
But it makes me reckless. Not want to care any more, do what I want, and also try to achieve. Conflicted. It makes me want to kiss more people, be brave and speak my mind to others, make life more significant by having more loved ones in it. Face my fear of being unaccepted and outcasted.. ah.. my mind is a wonderful mess.
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