It really is 4.59am and I really am still awake starting to write this entry. Or is it? Or am I? Or is this just an illusion of what life would have been like had I chosen a different path?
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I have been thinking lately. No, I have been thinking a lot lately. No, no, I have been thinking a lot more than usual, lately. And I have been thinking a lot, thinking so much… so much so, I can’t feel. There is this silent war that I have been quietly mediating between the mind and the heart.
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But really, all I have been is forgetting. After being in this battlefield for as long as I wish I couldn’t remember, I just forget to ask for help. And now that I have self-discovered what I can do to self-help, I have set an appointment with myself this Wednesday at 3.30pm with neither the chance of re-scheduling nor cancelling.
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I’m dealing with healing.
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Questa è Enida 
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