Listen, Rave. People change. Sometimes into flocks of seagulls.
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I've placed roadkill in the front window, and a crowd of people has gathered and argue that, while they don't like the look of the crushed skull with serrated eyeballs, they don't mind the tire track running across the broken and protruding spine.
You can't keep doing shitty things and then feeling bad about yourself as if that makes it okay. You need to be better.