I've temporarily lost my way, and recognize the importance of finding steady ground within this solitary darkness. The past 72 hours have offered a myriad of emotions ranging from pure elation, contemplative uncertainty, disheartening shock, and unwanted desire interspersed by moments of clarity. Those few minutes of clear distinction, however, were juxtaposed by the harsh dissonance of a directionless state of mind. So although I appreciate the trials that intercede as a derivative of personal strength, I hope I haven't lost my sight, I hope I haven't lost this fight, and I hope I haven't lost myself...for good.
Does any of this even matter?!
Do I?
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