Hindrance

Hindrance. Noun. a thing that provides resistance, delay, or obstruction to something or someone. The furthest I've ever needed trust to go, is to get me something beyond my expectations. I rarely need to trust to have simply what I need to survive. What a hindrance. I barely allow myself enough room to need. I so quickly get what I need without any sort of reliance. It's why we're entitled. It's why we're in trouble. Because we don't need.

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