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Not sure if you guys know about this but

It just hits her sometimes. She was fine one minute, and then all at once, her mind would begin rearranging itself, like jigsaw pieces forcefully fitting together to form a puzzle she was never able to make sense out of. Her thoughts were doses of potent psychedelics, and when she would share them with you, she would lure you in, and meticulously detach you from reality. Listening to her speak made you feel like you were floating. Every syllable, every word, lessened the earth’s gravitational pull, every sentence lifted you further off the ground. Sometimes I would look into her eyes and see nothing but dread, and sometimes I wanted to reach into the depths of her being and drag her demons out, but they had already built a home inside of her. When her tragedies would bleed through her body, she would collect the blood in jars and use the red to paint self portraits, and when she would burst with feeling, she would rattle the core of the earth, and everything around you trembled. I wanted to love the pain out of her, but I was too afraid, because it seemed like the pain had become her, and if I were to love the pain out of her, then I would love her soul away.