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My Fault

"You incite it" she said

Me? The quivering victim

pain radiating out of severed nerve endings

***** said it, and ***** targets me

"You think it means something"

Of course it does...after all...but wait

"She's not your mother. He's not your mother."

Mother, destroyed me. Can't criticize her. Hurts her too much.

She lashes out. I fall. I must disintegrate into a writhing mass

Crying, water evaporating out of my eyes to drain the life from me

Destroyed, she stands over me, gives me a hand up. All is good.

It doesn't mean anything. It's just a crazy person. I react like

something has been found out

That this craziness has merit to it and should be considered instead of just

let pass like a ball aimed at me that misses it's intended target.

Not worth the effort

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Apr 7, 2014
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