It's still my life, even if I don't like it,
don't want to look at it,
feel it,
smell it,
all of it is mine anyways.
Which would be a good ol' damn-ass grand thing to ponder as a dearth wealth of teeming bacterial possibility if I wasn't me and could settle for one room with the contents of one Melody and one giant echoing ghost. did you see
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