We sing the song of the seven children and the father who so lovingly murdered them. The chorus is written in stone. The verses are written in radio waves. We reach. We pull. We pluck a verse for you, sweetling - always for you.
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It took almost dying for me to recognize the value of my time and energy. Learning to say no thank you to invites such as these is a skill that too many people aren't taught.