Mystery Flake

It appears as though I am a flake. I name myself a flake. It takes one to know one. Get into it – flaking out once in a while. Sometimes you need to not show up for things. I don’t do it very often but when I do it I do it very premeditatedly. There is mystery in it. There is also guilt involved with it like looking at a dead bird.

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