I hope you get soppy socked.
(that's when you're wearing socks around the house and you step in a melted ice cube, or a puddle of dog drool or some other kind of minor body of watery substance that instantly soaks through your sock into the arch of your foot, making the stock cling there in a most uncomfortable fashion.)
I hope that.
But not you. You know who.
Just kidding
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This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember
We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan
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