
So, yeah, people, before life gives you that mean little tap on the hand and forces you to look in the mirror, check your reflection everyday, while you still recognise who's reflected in it. I probably owe some people apologies.
Ramblings of an adolescent clawing his way through life, pinning bits and pieces of it on that softwood board in the hallway and parading shiny medals that he's proud of.
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