This is the journey I failed at in life. It is the journey I must continue in death. I suppose much will circle back around to my life. So what was my life? It was lived on the savage side, and it can be said that no heart is safe on the savage side. But I’d like to say something more. I’d like to say that on the savage side, there was love. Love for us, love from us, love between us. We mattered, but no one will much think of that before thinking we were just addicts and prostitutes and weak-minded women who are easily gotten rid of and even easier forgotten. I reckon you’ll forget us, too.
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