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Quicksand

Strangers assume so much about you

And so do your friends

And your family

We all fill in the gaps

To make our stories

That we tell ourselves

Stories with our slight bias

The ones where we are the main character

And everyone else is a side character

We slight them if we need to

In order to present ourselves

As the person we think we are

To ourselves


It’s quicksand

And if you don’t learn quickly


And then work to be better


You’ll sink everyone around you


And then you’ll drown yourself in the slow sand



 
 
 

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