Now here's the stage during late mornings and early open afternoons that I choose to pace about my house trying to reflect on things that I think I've done wrong. Usually It feels like a fog in my brain deceiving me with truth and falsehood. This fog is not something that I should fight but have every power to simply dismiss. It is only a matter of short time- that it falls and soaks the ground-eventually-ironically nourishing its surroundings.
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