What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.
Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind.
Because no retreat from the world can mask what is in your face.
No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.
No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst - there is always choice.
...I dabble in causes and effects.