Ignorance is Bliss


    I''d love to be a peasant, in some medieval age, surviving in the dirt, sustained on depression, personally, it would be a comforting sort of life, no need to worry about the height of responsibility, it would be freeing, somehow outside of a prison, but the sun rises, I fear it’s not done with me yet, my heart beats, fight or flight, so much anxiety under the light, love and life, and the wrath of the heavens, free from worry, bound to the earth, I would rather be a peasant…


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