"these days of glory, being alive on this planet with the filth, hatred, violence, and all the unhappiness is tolerable because i believe in you. you're there. walking up every street i don't turn on. behind every door i don't open... you're alive on this dirty rock. maybe you were born today or you're one hundred and twelve years old. you exist."
- my dear, sweet friend, jon dambacher
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