'To all the misfits, the weirdos, the damaged, imperfect, and battered, my brothers and sisters:
For only through extraordinary suffering, would we ever lose ourselves. And, only through the loss of the self, does one truly understand, comprehend, grasp, and seize the inner workings of said self. Through the rebellion, the will to destroy, we drenched ourselves in addiction, in self-destruction, in misery. Yet, we rose, we ROSE!
We found that creating was the key. Not to ‘fix' oneself, to normalize oneself, but to design oneself; compose, construct, like a musical masterpiece. We found the striking, unfathomable evolution, the crystallization of madness fueled by a creative will. We experienced the metamorphoses. We cultivated wickedness and funneled the growth through it into the light.
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what a lovely long literary writing... congratulations