I don't want to ask the responsibility of the lack of socialization, being accountable for its expanded and enhanced neglect as a child since there were too many children to be cared. Even if that is the proximate cause.
This is because there are things that need to be accurately discovered and then cured accordingly, and sometimes corrected by a moment of awareness and effort rather than cause.
For me, at least, I applaud the personal will to block the suspicious intentions of bring in the past of personal sensibility into the past, exaggerating it as if I were some victim and even avoiding on own neglect and mistake.
It is my kind of belief that the responsibility of all the processes should ultimately be borne by myself, and I only ask for an environment that will free up the liberty of its development on the basis of whatever I choose from.
It once again reminds me that the decoration of time may eventually be an accumulation of lazy inertia.
It is a part that I would like to practice as part of the wish that I don't wasnt to live cowardly. But maybe this is just too much to say. Just like a feast for the words.
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