Bones heal. Words last forever.
My dialect has been reduced to canned platitudes of wisdom and my body is ill from an addiction born from childhood trauma. Nothing physical, just a crippling insecurity rooted from nine years of escapism; brought on by a needless divorce, horribly tormenting relationships with my classmates, and complete idiocy on my part. Today, as I
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