It's almost my turn. Choose A, I can talk amongst peers. Choose B, I retain my sense of identity, through silence.
* * *There was a time when life was steeped in alcohol and oddity. There was a time when life was unpredictable and exciting. There was a time when bed was anywhere I fell asleep the night before and waking up was just another
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I still haven't entirely figured out how to belong, to be honest. But I'm kind of okay with that.
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I really, really liked that last section, btw. That holds so much impact, especially with that last line. Good job.
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I don't have a problem with addiction, though. I have a problem with belonging.
I think that drives us more often than we're usually willing to admit.
This is really breathtaking.
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