and to be honest, for all my tragic posing, i hardly even think about it anymore. i'm not even sure i remember being passionately trapped here. there are echoes, like the night after a good sleep when you remember what you were so pissed off about the night before. sometimes i remember that i used to be all worked up about being trapped here, inside my body, locked out of heaven.
now i'm just bored.
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