Crossing the line

So it seems that I ‘crossed the line’. That ‘boundary’. That boundary which everyone should have by default.

What boundary? What line? I do not know. I only know that our physical manifestation is one that is at the mercy of our whims and fancies. That it is merely defined by ourselves or by the society, and is ever so quick to change. One that puts up an act, never revealing its real identity. One that will believe even the most jaded truth- lies- that we deviously create and build. And more than ever, it is one that is subjected to judgements- despised and spat at, by ourselves and by others.

I crossed the line???


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