I am this book’s disaffected youth. I am your life’s idiosyncratic mind wrinkle. I will infect your soul. Kill me quickly. Unreal and trashy. Full of the ire of youth and distortions of anger. In that same vein, full of the blessings of life. Full of vigour. Ready to see that my future bear fruits of labour, and that I wipe my mouth clean of every rotten taste.
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The healing will leave a burnt taste in my mouth, as I recall the life past, the true one.
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