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When you told me To grow up, I thought you meant, "Kill your heart." And so I did. Dutifully, plugged the tears until I suffocated. Cussed. Spit. Hated. (Are you proud of me?)
    The trembling chilling adventures of exploring the sadend mind of what we think today to be whats know as us .
I'm chasing after you again, when am I not? We run the same speeds but are always so far apart!
Dear parent,
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