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Yes. Things changed my life. Rape. Suicide. Death. Insanity. Addiction. Those were real problems, faced. As a child. Now, do you have a reason for asking? Did you adult it and be smartest. Gooder. Not stoopid. Studying waste of time. Libs are dummies. Cartoons, toys, and environment??? That stuff for kids. I eat MEAT! Love my COUNTRY! Have WIFE for SEX! Make MONEY! Make BABIES! Do you feel like you know something I don't? Something to teach me? Come now. Let it go. Be absorbed. Be absolved. Let go of hope. You are an imperfect creature. You are not 20. Not 40. You never were. That was a time so long ago, in a life without memories, without sound. Or are you just hoping for something to cling to? I am right here, I won't let you down. I can take you home my sweet little star child. Rest here in my arms, for a bit. Let me cradle you, and stuff you down, way down, way way down, in a deep dark hole in my arm, beyond darkness, until the darkness becomes light, beyond feeling claustrophobic and trapped, so bundled and caressed that you become alone, swimming in a boundless sea of imagination, freer than you have ever been, surrounded by me, freed by my soul.
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