I am the ruined road, I am the murder ballad. Too many years spent living in other people's worst moments, their traumas and trials, their bleak despairing almost endings. Too much time spent trying to reverse the inevitable, talking the early enders out of their early adoptions, moving that brutal edge back with slow persuasion and impromptu wrestling matches. Meeting me on the job use to mean something went very wrong with your life. I am the knot in the rope, and the lesser of immediate evils. It is hard to live in a world that isn't burning. It is hard to explain this wager when no longer placed on mortal stakes.
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