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People from countries the world decided don't count learn early that success means leaving. Home celebrates you for getting out. Abroad accepts you for blending in. You're caught between two worlds, neither one yours. A third space is carved by you. Complaining could very well mean drowning. Then come to realize that real exile isn't geographic. The turning point is self reconciliation. Chances of reset are probably gone. The success you came for is transactional. The toughness you had is out of grasp, again, renounce feeling anything. Dislocation trickles easily into identity. Endless affirmations and mantras. Depending on where you choose to call and what you make of it, peace takes a different shape. And they tell you to be anti anti-natalist

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