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And I observe those strangers, and how I wish I was like them. Not dumb, not hedonistic, not selfish, like them. For I am all of those things already.
I just wish I was as innocent and unaware. But no amount of drinking can bring back that innocence, that comfort with the monster we all are deep inside.
Between innocence and acceptance lies a bottomless pit of cowardice.