by Ayn"Expect ingratitude."
I'm breaking the silence.
It happened because it had to.
I did it. I left home.
Home? Not a fool will believe.
A place of comfort
is not always "home."
It, too, can just be "fear."
I wanted to pull you out
From that old, grimy place
where Gold is foreshadowed with gold
And victims grow by the dozen
Don't take too much time
Get the hell out of Hell
Know that despite this pain
Truth awaits your arrival
Inciting to sedition
I hate how you never saw I was always like this.
I hate how I had to play your games.
Chinese checkers are never fun.
I am not proud.
I never was.
I never was like you.
And never will be. #
*photo by Mike of freedominteractivedesign.com
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