norman rockwell

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the repressed

"No matter when I recall the times of my youth, I remembered how I craved death in full desperation. For even if my lungs were to breathe air and my core were to beat faster, they ignored me as if I were a corpse lying on the ocean floor, consumed by creatures of those who settle on the salty waters. They watched me rot; my parents did. Yet, what's unfortunate is that I lived."
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