pahabol

i realized that when people change, it doesn’t mean that they change completely. somewhere along the line, there are remnants of our characteristic. it’s all all there, but buried. we can still revert if we want to, but we chose not to anyway. for whatever reason we have, everything we do still hold meanings, some clearly visible, others subtly hidden.

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i guess, at one point in our lives we become a walking contradiction.

“i am colorblind. coffee black and egg white”