Epilogue

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"Nobody thinks what I think, nobody dreams when they blink. Think things on the brink of blasphemy I'm my own shrink. Think things are after me, my catastrophe. I'm a kitchen sink. You don't know what that means, because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me.

Find something to stay alive for my friends."

If only there was someone who could have understood




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