Where does one's true story begin?
Is it at birth?
Is it when the innocense of childhood is lost?
Is it when the reality of adulthood is discovered?
At what point do we begin?
Christian fundamentalists believe at conception.
But I believe that life and Life are two separate things.
I believe my life began at five.
That is when I started realizing how fucked up shit really is.
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