I am illiterate and paralyzed.
My muscles have petrified.
I have dismantled the machine for introspection and I have burned the blueprints to keep warm so many winters ago.
I ride the train and fall asleep. I miss my stop frequently.
I like the plan I made with my friend at 15.
I am great and unknown. For better or worse I am not a schizophrenic drug addict mother.
Enter the dragon
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