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What happens when all the words I used to read have been drained of all their comfort? When the pictures I used to watch no longer bring...

I have more audacity in my pinky than most in their entire being I love quickly, loyally, fiercely and hopelessly I feel all my emotions...

What I want so desperately Is to wash my hands of mediocrity Living in a dominant class Of sub par reasoning My greatest fear Something...