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I worry about people reading my LJ and seeing nothing but pain and depression in my life. There are other things, really. But I don't need to talk about the other things as much. I process by talking. I find my steps through the tangled pathways of the Chapel Perilous by talking my way through them. I walk the Labrynth with words as my torch.

This is very long, btw. And may have some TMI of various sorts.

( You are surrounded by twisty passages... )