How many masks can you put on until you get confused and forget who you were in the first place, huh? How many people can you be...?
How is it that some people, well, they keep on changing yet manage to be the same deadly virus?
If you love something, set it free. If you hate something, well. Set it free.
When you're sick of starting over, when you see that every new beginning is just in fact a continuation, when you're ready to be who you want to be... cut yourself off.
Eventually you see that your roots, what started you off, they're holding you back.
Choking you.
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