I sometimes wish I hadnt encountered any restriction towards me being myself, not by my family, not by society, not by the restraints of my bra on my chest, or the pills numbing my brain, nothing, just a clear road ahead of me. And, a few, few times, I have thanked every single restriction along the way because I somehow felt that road was taking me to a younger grave.
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