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I want to go back and delete everything I’ve ever written. Let’s just pretend that I’m just starting here, and that the work of the past never existed, let’s just pretend that you know me as I know myself now. Don’t think of me like the person I was then. Particularly in regards to politics.

 

I’m an idiot attempting understanding, a clown up against fate, and it just seems to get ever more confusing as I grow, as I shrink, as I do anything, as entropy unfolds before me. It’s a rush until empathy turns fun towards fear ever fanned.

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