It’s spring so you will try to retaliate against the sad winter you had with little blossoms of spite and thorns of resentment. You are growing these from deep within your own uneasy gut, quivering and questioning the existence orbiting around choices only you’ve made. Every year people lose their minds. It’s like if you give them a chance they just ask…
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