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-Sometimes it's not the destination that matters, but what we find along the way.
For the third time that day I had been tricked by my own mind, had lost hope when hope was still there, and had found hope in places it didn't belong. Is that the definition of being human? The misconception of the world around us, to not truly ever understand what was happening, and how it would play out? Or was this just another one of such misconceptions in a sea recently calmed, I being one, or one of many still here, wondering what was truly going on.
Acrid- Extremely or sharply stinging or bitter; exceedingly caustic.
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