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Settle in to a whole new existence, forget all you were and bend to the new reality, be shaped and see what’s left of an individual, if they ever existed to begin with.

Puncture your relief and live dangerously, no safe guard for support, just the wild with the reckless one charging towards it.

Two patterns for two abilities, combined into one person, who is strong enough to control them but not confident in expressing who they really are, and why the protection matters.

Heal for a day, forget who you are, soak in a story and pause to refuel while filtering knowledge to another. Influence as the real you.

Rush to celebrate the stale air filled with heavy breathing and concealed impatience, stand and sweat out all productivity until only dizzy remains and you sink through the ground in defeat.

Possibility of expansion earlier than expected, apprehension but underlining hope that a bouncing presence will calm and settle all others, because it’s not only one who is unsettled.

Take an extra day to hide and heal, hoping life will be kinder or you’ll at least feel stronger to compete in a world of fingers pointing everywhere but themselves.

Return to a forgotten role of freedom to be unhinged, say whatever you want and regret nothing, the world will bow to you.

Motivation evaporates as good deeds are spat at, the pain you work through mocked, the proclaimed righteousness gazing down at your efforts until you give up and stop getting out of bed, you stop trying.

Spray the temperature, let heat settle on your skin and ease shocked muscles into relaxing, hoping it will also ease you into sleep.