Balancing character and being as it begins at birth
is an act which is kept up throughout life and it's
apparent exasperation.
Living within boundaries that are endless, places
stress on daily life, yet, it keeps us living in
mazes of thoughtful neglect.
Heredity plays a part in it all, but, with experienced
will power and stubbornness, we get stuck in eccentric characters for a lifetime.
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