So I can remember where I came from.
How ye tides have changed. Or haven’t. At all.
2004-12-13
imperfection and inadequacy said, “we shall name our child deena.”
i wish i was genetically enhanced.
i’d be perfect. i would have a perfect nose, perfect teeth, perfect
face. perfect body. i would be able to run for hours without tire,
remember [...]
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