I'm blindly optimistic: and I question the world as if I were living in heaven all this time and was completely ignorant of all the hatred and competition.
If I could be good enough if I didn't know anything important,
if I wasn't cheerful,
if I didn't smile,
if I wasn't witty,
and I wasn't loved for learned responses mixed into my personality,
and my hair looked terrible,
then it might be super hard to trust anyone.
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