...and now I have an ultimatum. Somewhere in the surly part of my mind I have an idea of Penance. To carve out the defects that lower the quality of my existence. Perhaps too much ambition caused me to slip with the scalpel in hand, but the problem still remains that I was not the only one that I wounded. To be a servant of imagination, always hoping, always wishing, always trusting, became the mantra that we practiced; ideology trumped the pragmatic nature of daily movement, to a degree where the flow of personality could not freely exist in more than one place at a time.
Step Two can be much more readily understood in the question:
"Can I help others, when I can't even help myself?"
Step Two can be much more readily understood in the question:
"Can I help others, when I can't even help myself?"
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