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Desperation is terrifying.
It's as if I went through a terror, clawing like an animal to get away. Oscillating between survival and suicide, supreme anger and love.
The lesson learned? Whatever we do will not be easy but moments cannot color us. We cannot measure the world with moments of doubt and hate. They are strong because they are fleeting. Like cigarette burns in a reel of film. They distract us from the whole picture.
Something of this will prevail. I believe it will be pure.