too late i realize
that i have shared
all
with some bricks
in the wall
too late
i remember
i remember myself
my right to righteousness
that difference
that gulf between
fear
and life
those still stumbling in the dark
cannot find purchase with their chains
they cannot understand
what they cannot touch
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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