"Fire at Will"
The soundtrack to an otherwise peaceful night of crickets chirping has begun: gunshots, screeching tires, and police and fire sirens.
I don't want to be self-conscious anymore [I'm thumbing my nose at self-consciousness right now but you can't see it because this is cyberspace].
I don't want to be self-conscious anymore [I'm thumbing my nose at self-consciousness right now but you can't see it because this is cyberspace].
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