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Written for HT100 Challenge #90: This Is Your Life
Copperfield-style (Chris Keller ruminating on the meaning of life)
I was born, I grew up... David Copperfield shit, right? Is that it? Is that all? Is it enough?
I was born, I grew up, I fucked. And I gotten fucked. Like an animal, closing a natural cycle: be born, grow up, fuck and wait to die.
Animals kill. Why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't any of us, really? It's what makes us who - what we are: kill or be killed, fuck or be fucked.
(And I've done both.)
It's what Beech don't get. It's what *people* like Toby don't understand; educated, loved, moral people. Nice people.
And I know sometimes - most times - I ain't the one talking, thinking like this; I know it's somebody else. It's gotta be somebody else, right?...
I was born, I grew up, I NEVER grew up...
So fucking what? What does that change?
Dickens sucks anyway, baby.
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