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The hardest thing to do in life is change.
There are things I don’t want to rearrange. I live in the jail of normality, Imprisoned by my rationality, Fearing everything I will find strange. Taking nothing outside my comfort range, I seek to limit my social exchange, Consumed by my own abnormality. The hardest thing to do in life is change. There are things I do want to rearrange. Myself, I no longer wish to shortchange. Seeking to improve my mentality, I summon my irrationality. But any real hope seems, at best, long range, For the hardest thing to do in life is change.
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