Losing them, fixing them, forgetting to put them in
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Carl Harp is in prison in Walla Walla, Washington.
Being is my every breath, the truth I bathe in; Reality is my all even when it tears at me behind these walls. I will not look away, I have seen all the games, and though I am not perfect (who is?) I am not needing those things for they are not lasting.