It is said that the more you approve of the world, the less you want to be yourself. At least I say so whenever I get the chance of translating my own feelings and sentiments. It has been some time since I last expressed what I truly felt. I fell deeper and deeper in my own heart, and then, people that had the patience of listening to my eternal complaint were getting less and less.
Well, I renewed my acquaintance and soon found myself in the middle of a conflict between my old personality and the new one that was as persistent as the scent of burnt hair can only be. My old person barely survived after the repeated attacks. My old reactions, feelings and prejudices remained the same. As to the meaning of some words put together, my opinion changed a lot. My passion for dark places dissolved in the love of open, bright spaces. It was partially because I had been hurt by something that wasn't meant to happen. And then, I came to believe in wonders. Well, I've always been afraid of the dark.
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