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It's 2008 somewhere between July and August. I'm watching movies at my gandmothers house

Sometime soon in the next week maybe I will die and I will not understand why

I look at my younger self. He doesn't know it yet but soon his life will be torn apart. He doesn't know that I will no longer believe in myself or in God.

Or that I've dreamed of death more times then I've dreamed of love. That he'll be used up and exhausted by the age of 22. That he'll be beaten within inches of his life and his sanity

But today on a carpet cluttered with toy dinosaurs for him there is a god, and he is happy