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I come, dragging leaden feet. Futility fills the silence between us, weighing heavy. More a liability than an asset, dodging the fact that I am indeed who I thought I was not, I defy all imperfection. I am allergic to it. Polishing and preening I prefer to pretend instead; pretend that I am not wretched... Continue Reading →

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