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Fragile.

I think kids feel fragile to me not because they are fragile in the way I consciously reckon it, which is to say physically fragile, but because I know how fragile they are emotionally, psychologically. One moment can impact their life so deeply, and it could very well be an immortal wound. I think of that kid with his irresponsible, negligent, asshole of a father living in that shit, rundown house with that other disgusting man, and how better off he would be with his insane mess of a mother and I feel utterly, irreparably sick inside. I feel my guts mangle and spasm in a stew of relentless chaos.

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