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That child’s scream is a stone still in my throat. Sand on the plate. Sand in her mouth. A world of difference in a single grain. I press mute. The world unmutes her. Do something, whispers my phone, a ghost in my hand. I close my eyes. She is still there. And this is my privilege: the certain knowledge that I will forget her name by dinner.
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Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
Privilege
You Know Who You Are You Know What You've Done Here Are The Furies Get Ready To Run. You Dampened A Star You Said It Was Fun Now I Think You Should Swallow A Gun. I Think You Are **** & I Hope You're Undone, I Stare At The Sun & Know No Body Won, Blind Spots Still Stun Then I See & I Shun. I Will Never Become, I Am My Own King, Solve My Own Sum, & Fortune I'll Bring. He Took & Kept Taking, So Gaslit I Was Shaking, Is This My Own Making? Was I My Own Breaking. Wolves Wearing Cotton, I've Never Forgotten, Climb From Rock Bottom Not One With What's Rotten.
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
Rock Bottom