“Get my name stitched on your lip so you won’t get…hitched” “Hitched” The Kills You know, looking back at it now those younger years spent in the park really taught me to spit and scratch at the indulgence of my youth. Rippling into adolescent angst the wake forms a long and beautiful wave, transforming everything in its path into a twisted sense of accomplishment. Left or right I had no clue either way.  No one did. And I think that was the best part about it, because it didn’t matter; no one gave......

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