These aren't the times of the present because those times have passed since ive started typing this. No, these are times of the past. The ageless dead past where dinosaurs roam, and foam at the mouth for their fallen brothers.
I've gotten ahead of myself, i shouldn't jump this far ahead but im tempted. tempted by the fact that there's nothing i have physically inside me that keeps me where i am. The removed pieces all scream of past decisions ive made, and im simply not ready at this point to listen to their "bull crap".
Straight up, i dont take no crap man. I just give it.
what now?!
-Edmund
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