I sit down in a silent corner of my head and start obsessively repeating to myself that everything is and will be alright. Everything is and will be alright. Everythingisandwillbealright. Everythingisandwillbealrighteverythingisandwillbealrighteverythingisandwillbealrighteverythingisandwillbealrighteverythingisandwillbealright....
Because thoughts do shape reality, don't they?
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