If you had any complaints, and cared to whine or wail, about anything, something so insignificant, holding you tight, and deciding the road forward, an unsightly string, embedded deep, and digging into your skin, cursed and ghosts, outlasting human memory, just know, there’s no such thing as evil, no matter the depth of your grievance or enmity, there is only the truth, and the work that has to be done, so much is decided by where you are, if you’re in an unsightly place, just move away, three paces, somewhere where you’re accepting, is there a quest, lose your virginity, kid, you’re going places, the depths of it, four inches...

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