I know where they live. They can't hurt you when you realize that they depend on you for their existence. You put that tinfoil on your fillings to learn about pain. It worked. The dreams? That's their theater. Their dance floor.
I've never forgotten anything. Any thing. There's a lot that I can't talk about, write about. There's a lot that I can't think about. I'll carry that with me till the end with all the rest of it. I hoard memories. That's what I do.
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