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Familiarity

Familiarity

It offers security,

But at the expense of time,

And the cost of happiness.

A soft prison,

Where comfort becomes confinement,

And days blur into nights of quiet dissatisfaction.


How many moments have we traded—

For the sake of a known path,

When freedom waits just beyond fear?



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