Rantings

Tell my son I loved him.

And laughed genuinely, many times, soul to soul.

Those feelings of life my son, are real, those feelings of life are real.

The world inside my head crashes to the ground and shatters and I recognize my flame and confuse that for my eternal wrongness.

How am I making the world better?
A lifetime of indulgence

And body cravings

Has made me young and afraid.

I am a good manager

And a bad one at that.

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