Corridors Of Choice
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Blackened spots covering up aspects of life that are too difficult to overcome without a lot of work being done.
It's just way too much effort to try, so I slide around them and continue on my way down corridors of my choice, happily isolating and having a grand time being who I am.
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