My Past

I've dug deep into my past to resurrect my youth; no small chore. I don't mean the easy stuff, the stuff that makes you smile. I mean the tough stuff we've tried to forget, the stuff we buried so far beneath the bullshit, we need a dredge to bring it up.

by Dr. Sam Friedman

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