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Elegy
Student
- Nov 14, 2021
- 149
I think I died at age 9. The day my father choked me out. At the foot of the stairs. He strangled me til I blacked out and last thing I remember is my mother shouting "Stop it! You're killing the boy!!" And I think, every day after that, was surreal, in my mind. And I have lived my life accordingly. As if there was no future. Only the present and past. I never really planned for a future, because for me, every day after that was.... borrowed time.
I'm trying to say... I have Never seen a Future for me, and I have acted accordingly. But 50 fuckin years later....
Here I still be.
I'm trying to say... I have Never seen a Future for me, and I have acted accordingly. But 50 fuckin years later....
Here I still be.
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