Frequent forays into the far-flung frontiers of thought foster fortitude,
Fueling a fervent fascination with fundamental forces,
forming a foundation for futuristic forecasts,
and forging a formidable framework for the flourishing of the fertile flora of the intellect.
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Steffany Pope
Dealing with mental health problems has been hard. I've lived my whole life believing that no one understood me. I realized, my mind is not for others to understand; but for my edification of self awareness. So, I write to understand me.
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