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I got a taste of a bit of change. It was pleasant while it lasted. Sweet as honey with a little prick from the bee, it came as quickly as it went. All the eloquent words of speech that came from this certain subject of mine smoothed over any rough projections in my delirious mind. With the help, I comfortably slid into the past and for the time being I had forgiven all the misadventures of yesteryear. I brushed off all the toxins and refilled my loneliness with understanding. "Too much honey made you not crave the taste. And to much sting leaves a person bitter and angry." I need to find equilibrium.