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cactid

if healing was a graph 
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it would be a sine wave oscillation:
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f of x equals sine of x over x
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(adjusted for the period of mourning and the phase of grief)
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highs and lows attempting to stabilize on the x
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and towards infinity the moods become normal,
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or maybe, in terms of more mathematics, less extreme
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it’s hard to tell between them these days
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the phrase ‘rollercoaster’ is only semi-appropriate;
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some days are so good that i wake up and the entire earth greets me
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some days are so low that i would like to greet my x axis at infinity
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none of this is as exhilarating as six flags
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a point has no definite length, area, or volume
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i feel i have no definite length, area, or volume
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the set of real numbers excludes me 
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and i am outside euclidean reach
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at this point, this point would like to rest
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i would like a truck stop on my 2d plane,
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a crude sketch on coordinates would suffice
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a nice bench to watch where the road moves through the trees
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and where my x axis stretches into the future, without me
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12 Feb 18


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I am actually going through this exact experience myself and I felt this very deeply. Beautifully written and well said. In fact.. thank you.
 — frank2

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