[AzunaRiceBoy]

For a long time, there was me, and my body. Me was composed of stories, of cravings, of strivings, of desires of the future. I, was trying not to be an outcome of my violent past, but the separation that had already occurred between me and my body was a pretty significant outcome. Me was always trying to become something, somebody. Me only existed in the trying. My body was often in the way.




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