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They used to burn people like me alive, stone them, drown them, leave them for the bears. But you don't need to worry. I burned my flesh to ash long ago, buried those bones under a cairn with no marker, my lungs have been screaming since I was born and now the water is a relief; I am the bear, mauling itself. Would anyone like a bearskin rug? Here, I won't be needing this anymore. Take it. Take it. Please
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
When you realize you are the madman in the mirror
They used to burn people like me alive, stone them, drown them, leave them for the bears. But you don't need to worry. I burned my flesh to ash long ago, buried those bones under a cairn with no marker, my lungs have been screaming since I was born and now the water is a relief; I am the bear, mauling itself. Would anyone like a bearskin rug? Here, I won't be needing this anymore. Take it. Take it. Please
kelly-scanlon
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
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