That small thing…

In the beginning, there’s a discomfort – masqueraded as excess of comfort – which you can’t precisely figure out what it is. It begins to accumulate, with time, becoming thicker. It takes time for you to realize, because feels good and you get used to it. Until it tarnishes your vision of the world, and when you try to escape it, a single question traps you: is it too late?

What suffocates you?

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