She Was Killed When She Was Young
We are our words and our worst. Except when we are not. And then it's difficult to explain. And even more difficult to ever sound authentic again. Except that we can tell the difference in ourselves. For holes and sticky fly paper, there are scissors and ladders to remedy a situation too gruesome. For fist fights without reasons, there are choices to never return.

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