Monday, 26 May 2014

may 26

I was a thief and a cheat and a bully before I was born.  I grew up easy in a nice house on stolen land.  I ate my fill every day.  I slept sound.  Once a year I’d open presents and cut cake in a graveyard.  I knew but I didn’t know.  I didn’t do it, but I did it.  I do it.  I’m sick to my stomach.  I’m sorry.  

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