In the back of …

In the back of my head I wonder, “Can I ever be safe?” Nooks and crannies latched with fur, as my mind sows defers.

To a state of pure bliss untold to me. Satisfy the nature of nurture. But will it always stay constant? Does it really matter? I wonder.

Talk to me.

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