I see stuff when I squeeze shut eyes and think of what we must hide just to become sides of ourselves we unveil without feeling like we must lie, or cling onto some conceived of pride. Used to believe. Loved life. Can you imagine? I was at least fun. I'd greet, hug, hi, and send 'em on their way like, 'he must be just high, 'cause he was, just seemed so... fine.'
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