Copperfield-style (Chris Keller ruminating on the meaning of life)	  
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 Written for HT100 Challenge #90: This Is Your Life 

  
  Copperfield-style (Chris Keller ruminating on the meaning of life) by
Ralu  

 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. (Kill.)

 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. (Weak
asses.)

 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? Nothing. So...

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