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Memoir of Eddie VedderI remember when I was younger, before I was alive, before I was able to breathe... I was yearning for something more meaningful in my life, like a child, searching for a mother's breast... My parents had gone again, to leave me wandering aimlessly. Off he goes. I had to fill the void in my heart, to find something, my sustenance. Then she walked through the door, square in hand. It wasn't just a square; it was blood incognito, my blood. A smooth, dark circle, pulled out a paper sleeve, and was dropped down, oh so gently. She had always done this, but I had regarded it without much thought. It was never fulfilling. I never wanted to pay attentMemoir of Eddie Vedder by ~SheetsofEmptyCanvas
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