𝗜'𝗺 𝗮 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗠𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲, 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆 ~
"𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴...𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦"
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HEAL
THE healing process. For which, I must cease the chaos-held mind, and pen it into a writing mess.
