...And so I slept once more, not because I was tired but because I was weary. Exhausted by the burning pinions ripping furrows through my mind, constant reminders of my unfortunate past and even sadder present come to grind glass into still-healing wounds, every month, every year. Sometimes every day. Uncertainties abound compounded by aches and
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...You're supposed to be a heartless monster, right?
Meh, fuck whatever stereotype you got saddled with, just find a way to be able to live with yourself.
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It's just a pleasant thing to have. ...and I hadn't seen it in upwards of two weeks.
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