Every beard i ever grew to hind behind was just a showy way to let my mind stay childish.
I'd shave them all again to leave myself exposed to no one who is paying attention.
The story of my life will be left on read,
and why wouldn't it?
I've done so little with it that who is to blame? Just another face to be forgotten.
Yet is somehow the biggest fear. That i will become insignificant.
Forgotten.
and why wouldn't i?
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