one thing about me, i love an existential cheat code—lathered in truth once heard rings on and on. i am just now acknowledging how mature some of my wounds are, thrashing paper, complex in appearance and delivery—perceiving this but it is actually that—head whips back, salute hand and squint simutaneously gesturing deeper sight—surprised to see the last major emotional injury a staggering 3 months ago—is that why i am so happy right now?
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