When I come to the end of my understanding, let there be peace as I resist temptation. With all of the underlying transitions, I can only hope to rest unshaded. Existing in part to survive, I realize the importance of competition. After hunger, or any other basic human necessity, my soul craves competition. Why insist on impunity while accosting personal freedom right along side of it. Herein lies my truth, providing umbrella support to these limbs I tread upon with unyielding support for my anatomy.
As a privately supported entity existing behind a name. Comfort is quite easy to find, yet fleeting in nature. If I live in comfort, where is the basis for this comfort I so claim?
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