i feel like i'm trapped in the wash cycle with 100 pairs of white socks. You may ask yourself, ''eh? what the hell does this have to do with anything?'' Well, imagine, the socks, they're all the same, but they're in the wash and there, each fold, each twist and contortion created by the cycle is unique. Life is like that, we're all the same. No matter what sort of animal we are, we all have blood, a heart, a pair of lungs, we eat, we poop, and then expire. The difference between the wash and life, is that in the end, laundry is cleaner.
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