Anxiety, be gone!
Fortunately, long walks and fruits are cure-alls, and I have time for both.
I can't put my feelings into simple language, which is why I don't understand what's happening in my own mind. Fortunately, my mouth and my brain have found mediation -- a translator -- just like in Metropolis.
Exhaustion seems to have taken over my body, outfitting me every day with a pale face. Still, I will write my article about blasphemy, and find something clean to wear; shower every discontent off the surface of my skin.
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