Acceptance is my bead and butter. Change grabs hold of you when you least expect it. Nothing can happen for so long. You’re a dormant fucking volcano, outlook unchanged for a millennia. That’s not right, maybe Im wrong this is no St. Helens. This change is so natural, instinct subtly tapping me on the shoulder. Things are falling into place, life
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