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And there she was. Somewhat dishevelled, but giving an impression of determination and amusement.
She walked past me with big strides, muttering a greeting and entering my house—as if she owned the place! I quickly followed her into the living room.
"Do you have a pen?", she asked, sitting on the sofa.
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Mania kills cells. Brain cells die. Memories become more reduced conceptually, making more efficient use of limited means. Memories shape our reality. Our memories are more or less split in two by abstractions, conceptual reductions. Mood states with memories, concepts, attached. Memories of pain and those of joy. It causes instability, changeability. Fearing that will leave an emptiness between pain and joy and a greater divide.
See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me.
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