Vent
One’s perception of beauty is unique. How we view things will forever be subjective.
Why do I fear? Why was fear created?
Why does fear alter emotions? Why does fear hold me back?
How can courage be so easy for one, yet nonexistent for another?
We build walls. We hide behind them. We wish to know.
In the end we can only hope to grow.
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