Does growing older make one more cowardly?
Does the warm comfortable blanket of inaction and apathy slowly age and soften you, quietly seeping nightmares of discomfort into the pores of your pale, atrophied limbs?
Doubt poisons every meal.
Seemingly reasonable concerns grow into flesh-eating monsters who tear to shreds every wispy thought of change or a new beginning.
Comfy?
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