Time: 10:00 pm
How ridiculous is it, that a heart can flip moods like an expert cook with steak.
I treat my symptoms with verbal therapy. I heal myself with a spoken truth. Like a child softly murmuring and then carefully but clearly articulating new sounds. Addressing life's problems in the face.
Come again a neon blue. The blunt stabs denting the walls of my sanity.
Make stronger.
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