Bending the corners of my mind and enlisting the help of the inhabitants therein, I can begin the journey of complexity that is my future. Sometimes I'm as edgy as Tom Waits using a lead pipe as a megaphone while gargling glass, and other times the meanings of me are sweet, smooth and soothing like smoke from a hooka.
I only wish to leave this world with as little scars as possible, and leaving behind those pieces of flesh for the world to create upon.
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