They say achievements start outside of one’s comfort zone, but what if one doesn’t have any? What if one lives on prickles and without a roof on their head? What if one lives with a cloud, so dark, looming over them all the time that they can neither see a pinch of sunlight in the morning, nor wish upon the stars at night.
What if one lives with a broken heart, so shattered and dead. Not because of a person, or a thing, or something materialistic, but because of their own terrible misfortunes.
What if one just exists
And is only craving for one comfort zone?
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