I have been at war with myself this past month. I don’t know why. There’s nothing special about the month of July, and yet for some reason, I have been having nonstop epiphanies and realizations, which are combating undesirable memories. So, what do I mean when I say I’ve been at war with myself? I mean I’m currently in the biggest internal tug-of-war within memory.
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