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A series of confusion in my white brain cells take me to the verge of existential questions to the core: what the heck am I doing when I am doing this and that. And I owe the answers and the clarity that sets in my mind after months and months of contemplation to someone of my own blood. I am grateful, more clear than before, and somehow more assured that the path I have taken has made a difference in who I am and who I am becoming and who I will be more and more every day. I have no choice but accept the fact because anything less than that will require the deconstruction of my very own nerves and veins I constructed through deconstruction. Sometimes, you gotta cut it all off man...sometimes, you just gotta cut it all off.