i am fighting a losing battle... i know the enemy too well yet i don't know how to bring him down. my adversary, myself. or more precisely, the try-to-be-perfect, stick-in-the-mud-or-up-your-fucking-ass, never-a-hair-out-of-place me. he is a version of me who had held the keys of my closet, who has kept me hostage for all these years, the son
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I love you.
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