Personalities clashing, thrashing, in uncontrolled pandemonium, Self existence itself sometimes being questioned in your mind.

Lack of direction, devotion, affection, and everlasting love, My mind, my soul, my body dying in silent explosions.

Then suddenly the quiet before the storm, and then it's come and gone and everything that wasn't is.

Why? A new beginning, a rebirth. I've found myself...I've found myself and that self is you.

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