At least I'll have that. Maybe then I can finally put my ghosts to rest and move forward.
If it isn't pouring out of you, then don't do it.
If it isn't pouring out of you, then don't do it.
A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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I'm super proud of you!
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