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I still felt like I was going someplace good. Man, I can’t even explain it, but despite the weird shit that had been going down, I still believed in a light I felt glowing within me, I was unfazed. I felt good inside, like I could rise up and fly where I wanted.
Acid for the Children: A Memoir
by Flea
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