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Feb 2010
My mother would scream

You're a failure

You'll end up a janitor

She wanted what was best

for her.

This house is a slum

Boy scouts, age 8

Steven and Mike

You ugly little beasts

Curtis

you fat ****

Fell like a man?

What is a man?

I have no clear image

Like painting an image

except an image is imagined

No clear model

No clear picture

No wonder

I'm ******
Written by
J. Walter Braman
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