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September 23, 2011
We had lost ourselves and found each other. We were caricatures of who we used to be. Bumbling around with our heads full of images that blurred and blazed and blinked, we adopted masks we called "normal" and submitted them to the world to be analyzed.

Each of us had faced our own versions of insanity, and fuck it if we weren't trying everything to get it back. We saw the others falling deeper into something truly terrible, something that couldn't be survived, but it was like watching a mirror--why stop them when it was exactly what we wanted?