I sorta miss my old life, the crash-and-burn 80s metal song. But in a lot of ways I don't. Growing up is alchemy, you have to go through the fire sometimes, chemically changing and rearranging your structural skeleton. Suffering but silent, because the force of nature and of all things can't and won't stop because you're uncomfortable. My inert
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CALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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