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My body is a baren place where only silence grows. I am reaching, arching, aching looking. "Do you believe in destiny, in fate?" you once asked me. But I'd already written a paper explaining it so I didn't feel the need to elaborate.
And I will face these trials head on as I face the smelly-felt graffiti on my coffee table and the laundry land-mines in the basement. Wait for something to break, to give to change. Maybe this is life. My darling pretties, that we have all been careening head on into and wishing so much for. How anti-climatic. How massively dissapointing to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
And I will face these trials head on as I face the smelly-felt graffiti on my coffee table and the laundry land-mines in the basement. Wait for something to break, to give to change. Maybe this is life. My darling pretties, that we have all been careening head on into and wishing so much for. How anti-climatic. How massively dissapointing to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.