city secrets
I detest the mode. All the intrepid, able-bodied heros in the history of human enthusiasm leave me no choice. In the end I will have to go and hide. I will hide out in the open, where no one thinks to look. I will have all my limbs with me. I will hide behind my limbs if I feel like someone is looking. I will sing louder, as if no one is really here.
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Just remember to breathe - between you and me, it's all going to turn out alright.