A Settler's Reply
Fear. Fear, not just of the unknown, but of the known. That it won't be as it should. That things may change. That this unhappiness that I have settled for could be replaced by much worse.
I found emptiness and called it a home. I accepted this lowest level of pain and called it happiness. I allowed depression in and asked it to stay.
I guess I... I settled.
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