Through my family’s ridiculous behaviourI have been robbed of a compass to evaluate
my own behaviour and the appropriateness of
anything I do and say, there has never been a day
when my behaviour was not open to censure, I can
never trust my own judgment and for all people I meet
I am inappropriate – death the only release I can think of...
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Let it be a metaphorical one, and then be reborn.
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