today i saw the body of someone who'd been hit by a train at my station. it was them and someone in a wheelchair. and i'm not being crass or careless, but it sort of emphasised the fact that buried under gender, personality, skin, clothes, subculture and makeup, that we're all stuffed with the same things. it could be my lungs or my bones or yours
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