Questions used to be the light of my ambition, but I feel as though some questions lead to no good.
I recently was asked a question by someone I barely even knew and yet, that person has changed everything.
They had all the power in the question they asked, but I could only respond with "no.".
And with that question the light of my ambition was quickly blown out.
Questions are no longer the light of my ambition, but is now the darkness of existential crisis.
How could one question change my perspective on questions themselves?
I now know the power a person holds by the questions they ask.
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rant, memories, and thank you's.
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