One thing about me: I'm bound to come to my senses. But first, I've got to lose my mind. Did you catch that? I need to lose my mind. Shed every ounce of sense and sensibility. That's the only way it works when you feel as deeply as I do. From the depths of my soul, from the fiery core of my breath, I'll find my way back to clarity. But not without coming undone first. Not before I strip down to my bare essence. Not before it seems, just maybe, that despair might claim me, that emotions will engulf me. Not before I unleash my artisan rage, paint every stage, dance away every fevered moment. No one will ever know the violence it took to become this gentle. One thing's for certain: I will come to my senses. And when I do, you'd better know where you stand. Because when I find my clarity, my vision is sharp, and so is my sword. Cutting away everything that never served me. That's my promise.
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