Puddles of Wisdom

I used to fear my thoughts, my memories - but now I welcome them. Some are beautiful, some cause bile to rush up my throat and make my soul sick... But none can harm me. The past cannot hurt me.

And so now my head is mine, I quite enjoy swimming in its great blue oceans of knowledge and lessons long forgot.

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