I'm going to get a tattoo. I will wear it, and endure it, as a motto for the life i've been granted. It shall be placed upon my back. The words no rest for the weary, shall go from shoulder to shoulder, and beneath that shall be a forlorn scarecrow crucified to the post, with button eyes sagging, and no mouth stitched on. It is my symbol now. AND
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