"I think of the words I’ve spattered this year like bullets, fired willy-nilly out of anger, arrogance, stupidity, even naiveté, always amazed that the gun goes off when I pull the trigger, always slightly stunned when that scent in the air turns out to be gunpowder and not the sweet perfume of the scattered roses in my mind. It’s the shock of recognition, the one clear moment that comes only when all the distractions and entertainment have faded, when there are no more excuses, when the mirror reflects our true image."
UGH. Hopefully you've never felt this pretentious and overdramatic...
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UGH. Hopefully you've never felt this pretentious and overdramatic...
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