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I think I could learn, I could learn to live in ignorance. I could be numb, I could be hopeless. My dreams could fade, my nightmares would end. The restlessness of a day unspent. The anxiety, and the angst that comes with. I could learn to live with myself, rather than to endure it. My memories, a pestilence coming unto me as if driven mad by the scent of my emotion. Starved for sustenance, they feed upon the afflictions they cause. To cast off the blighted chains that keep hold my memories. To live without fear or fury, and to be elated by such a misportrayal. Such a detachment would allude to delusions beyond even my understanding.