Life
This is life. It's different. I think that's all I can say about it. Without being too mean. I try not to be mean. So I say only nice things. Nice, Light Things. Life is different. That's all I can say. When I breathe, I get a painful feeling in my ribs. I'm not going to say that life Has anything to do with it.
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