There's this pitch-black road that I drive down when I'm home. Although it's mostly on weekends, I get the same feeling on weekdays too. All I need is to wake up and it's there. In the form of a peach pit resting unwanted in the heart of my abdomen, it is everything. If this were a spiderman trailor the phrases "my gift" and "my curse" would flash
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