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Breathe slow; don’t let it get you. You got a monster in you thinks it’s the boss. You got to show that it ain’t.”
Death leaves a stain on you, a dent in your soul.
Who was my real enemy here?
Maybe what mattered was for me to feel like less of an outsider, more like I belonged, a part of something. The only way I’d ever know would be to try and do what I’d fought against long as I could remember.
