It Is Many Years Later
I’m standing in the middle of the road with a gun to my head, trying desperately to remember the happiness that I felt when I was being born. The road…
I Was Being Passed Around And Around The Room From Person To Person
The room was a mosh pit of friendly hands reaching out to hold me. From the oldest to the youngest, I was there for some sort of celebration. Every now…
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