The risk of not being one self is too great.
One must be what one is no matter the cost, no matter what the risk.
The false layers fall away, let them fall, let your self be.
When you had enough of the unsatisfying ways of adopting
just be, you know it,
the ways will come, invisible,
but never failing
like the air in your lungs.
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