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I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?

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Isaac Marion
Age: 43
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Ever
Monster
Exhausted
Privacy
Monsters
Ugly
Questions
Deserve
Inside
Sigh

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