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Your name must be Günter Schabowski- after all, you've managed to bring all my walls down

its 3 am on a school night. you're eight, and reading warrior cats under the blankets with a flashlight. its 3 am again, and its been centuries since you've been eight. you're reading a math textbook at your desk.

both times you look up from scanning text to watch with undefinable emotion at the sky from your window. you think, once hopeful, once miserable:

Are you a base substitution mutation? Because everything you're spewing out right now is nonsense.

life's a bit like an inverse proportion, and i'm x- because it always seems like im losing more and more whenever everyone else is gaining.

i think we're a ß 1-4 glycosidic linkage- because through ups and downs, we'll stick together anyway.

have you heard of crispr before? because i think you look crispr cas- fine