I came here wanting to be naked with my thoughts, but here I am clothed — ironically so — by the pressuring intention of being honest. It is a strange sensation: the overwhelming demand to be deliberate with our feelings. It could be that we might find ourselves, lose ourselves, or be in the state of confusion of whether or not we are doing it for ourselves in the first place or for the sake of it.

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