I am ten toes down in my choices and older now, oh God. Some of those choices bore fruit, decadent, misshapen. Some of my efforts hurt my gut. I pretended not to feel it. I'm still getting it wrong an awful lot - though I'm wiser now, oh hell. I want to run out in the rain and start my life and tell my captors I don't need the money and tell my loved ones I'm finished. I'm done.
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