Stop telling people you're fine. You aren't fine. You haven't been fine for years; you haven't been fine since you started piecing this world together. It's all such a mess, isn't it? Everyone seems to have lost sight of their own inhumanity. You haven't been fine since the first time you felt powerless. I remember that day. You fell to the floor of your bedroom and cried for two days straight before anyone came looking for you. You were crying for the world that day, and for the loss of your own obliviousness. It's almost eight years since then, and now you might finally be ready, ready to help mend this place that has lost its way. You will work every day for the rest of your life, trying to be honest when you say, "I'm fine."
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