Pausing midsentence to reflect the ever changing nature of the world, our author loses his train of thought.
The ever languishing road to recovery is covered with the spikes of hate and malice. Only after mastering the horse of love can we equip it with the shoes of self esteem and ride towards the gate of...
... I really should stop when I lose my train of thought...
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