Permafrost

Confusion is a person who comes to attack you in your weakest moments. It is a person with a hundred limbs and a manipulative mind that injects poison into the calmest areas of your brain and make them rot until they die. The antidote for confusion is murder of yourself. Kill yourself with cold emotion, and wait in time to grow again. Starting as an infant and slowly, ever so slowly growing up and becoming every other thing but what you were when you were born. Presently, new enemies will appear,waiting to eat you up like the previous ones. Only that the pain will not subside at every stage, it will grow on you, like a wildfire that fuels itself. Noise and hatred are children of confusion. But, wait! Wait patiently for the best of them! Wait to reach the end of yourself, where you fade out, where you become that absolute opposite of yourself. That which you have been so wary of is yourself now.

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