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you are born thinking about everything deeply, no matter what, and while building it up you wonder mother am I the only one stuck in- side are there others am I me inside or my name because I know what they tell me to know because I learned to spell my name with a smile while stuck
inside but outside the door he said come become medicine my name is in his name over the door I believe in preventative medicine you’re doing
the right thing you’re an intelligent young name my mother gave me, see she spanked me until I smiled in the spelling of what is outside the door is redemption from this coldness inside smiling but what if I become medicine inside what if everything is medicine not redemption what if I am either all or nothing at all because I’ve destroyed the in between but everyone else is still stuck in it and it’s called sanity it’s called living? |
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