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| When I was (redacted) years old, I had a favorite (redacted) who (redacted) In an old (redacted)(redacted)(redacted) I liked best. It wasn’t very long later, I learned of (redacted). And I guess I miss (redacted)and the times we (Redacted)(redacted), and (redacted). I know we are supposed to share these very personal experiences with (Redacted) people to earn a prize for contest, because it helps us open up and tell about (redacted), or (redacted), but I realized I really don’t know anyone, not even (redacted) who I miss and can confess is dead and I had nothing to do with it because I was just a (redacted). I’ve revealed enough of my life. It’s all right there for consumption. I’ve tried not to consider that (Redacted)(redacted)(redacted) could be going on (redacted), so I kept to myself, but to be human we each need interaction. Yet, to be told (redacted) years ago I’ve had decisions to make. Never tell anyone about (redacted), (Redacted), or (redacted) because (Redacted) cannot be trusted. They have (redacted)(redacted) and you have to beware of (redacted). I miss that person integral to my life. I really could have chosen mother, but I’ve spilt plenty of beans there. They know your (redacted) and your (redacted) abd they behave like (Redacted)(redacted)(redacted) people. Choose your adjectives wisely. Also there’s an old saying my father said. 10.23.23 And it can’t be fiction. My memory is fiction, mis-remember, completely forget. I don’t make passwords from anything personal, or that will come up when gee, I could win a prize if I act the biggest boob bawling about someone who did blah-blah, I forget. It’s not that they weren’t important. Cherish privately, with family, with trusted ones. If you’re all alone…you’re screwed? I’m working on being unwanted and then maybe can write some stuff about me and fake cry. Save your pity for the dead. Ooh, that got ug-gly. Oh, well. I might enter it, parade it around, after revisions, of course. Knock-knock. Is this thing on? Where’d you go, polysci. Not my friend? You created me. I’m not like this. I just thought that boomerang would hit you all in the head by now. So what’s my end game with Kåre Enga in Udon Thani  if I’m a monster? He’s honest, needs attention. You pretend that’s what you do, and now with your phony PR/psychologist BECAUSE OF MISTAKES FROM YOUR PAST ARROGANCE. Own it. Wasn’t supposed be all caps, blind, forget…the PR. And you’re fucking with people. I’ve been here too long, looked for your wounded to care for. Here’s another poke. Yeah, it’s the internet. Shady is okay. I can’t shadow your shade? Haven’t I mirrored enough of your shame? Do you really have no faces? I’ve seen you on Zoom, which was killed. I miss the scripted conversations in scroll to model WDC desired behavior. I copied and pasted the last one from Storm Machine.  worse in old days. Now, bots and zombies. Dead. You’re having trouble? Hmm. |
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