You are the bully, i shyed away from. You are the one who cornered me, punched me in the gut and took my lunch money.
Your the parent who beat me, and the crowd who never believed in me. Your the angry grocery store clerk who accused me of stealing, while the guilty party got away. Your the racist cop who pulled me over and searched my car because it was to late, and i was to dark. Your the lover i could never satisfy, and the greed that remained guant and famined. You are the question without an answer and the greatest gift of all. You are the one dose to many and the item to highly priced.
you are life.
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