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I hit my elbow after telling this hilarious joke at work–

(I'm suffering mentally and was forcefully banging my elbow on my desk after making a dad joke having to do with being selfish.)

Realizing that after the joke had ended for being an ass and laughing for sarcasm sake or whatever this version of self hatred was, I felt the pain secondary hit on my elbow.

My wrist felt better somehow–like a healing pain.

Then it felt regular and slightly bad then good now, decent.

Theeor: you can make it more aware for a solid balance in creating a type of hold instead of just having your wrist become weak...

Thank you is supposed to make up for everything apparently...

No sorry. Just thank you, not even thank you but skipping to you're welcome.

For taking everything from you... "You're welcome."

(It's the feeling of crystals floating and grass being non existent but there still. The skye you breath is breathe that doesn't exist and you are you but you are only you because you or your or yourself or something allowed you to be continuing the idea that even the blue you see in the horizon is grey.

Astarte is a goddess of many things, first to come to mind is a fierce mother type context of dependence on the amount of research and what you choose to believe in mix with what is associated with who you are as a being due to your influences and how similar or different you are to her and the people like her or not like her that you either do or do not have a problem with.

As many you see not to compare yet the many arms of a deity to reach out as the galaxies arms... Astarte here shows 4 blades but that does not have to mean evil. It could very well not have to mean good either. It can also mean both.

My translation was one is for beauty care, one for food, one for protecting, and for non-rememberance perhaps because she wanted me to write…

Si, the idea eszche_>

The first girl modeling to keep balance of the area or certain part of universe,

we have leaf sitter thinking like thinker more sualax listening to the person focused on their flute playing as the distant nymphs go on about their day passing by the woman training posture, perfect place to climb a tree and love what you love through a tree or self or the tree or have something to hold or feel just to touch grass or a tree in this case...

The suits would technically be all of us in this case trying to get to a new start where nothing falls apart in seitt of a heaven that is not heaven because it was created by God or the Devil but because it is the heaven God or the Devil allowed us to have being not a purgatory but a genuine cite…