variablei admit i'm not the best at remembering people's names sometimes. but when a friend turns out to be three, ten, or twenty-five friends, each with a name of their own, i like to take it as a challenge, and often surprise myself by how well i do. because, isn't it beautiful to know and be known? to finally be seen truly for who you are? "oh, you must be... ####, right? we've talked before, i remember you!". (you get into the strangest social situations interacting with plural systems, but everyone accepts that whatever it is may have literally never happened to you before, so there's no pressure.) how wonderful it is, too, to know you love yourself because the voice in your head says it loves you and you must admit you love it back. minus one star though because figuring this stuff out is really confusing sometimes!!
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