My name's Madison, and I'm still figuring this out

The faults, triumphs, and discoveries of the littlest Schillian.

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Love is a potentially toxic, swirling cocktail of flavours and molecules, morphing and shifting with the people it consumes. You most certainly can’t consume love, however…it can be many things, yet never a commodity.

Chemically organic, this drink is time-sensitive, though may last an eternity. We don’t have power over potency, and spend lifetimes uncorking bottle after bottle, searching for a taste that binds with the very buds on our tongue.

The rarest, most nourishing love of them all only requires one soul, one opener. Self-love…more necessary than air, more scarce than diamonds. The resulting brilliance of it, however, is more dazzling than dreams.

Consume cautiously, savor mercilessly.

Madison Schill

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