Where are we
What the hell
Is going on
The dust has only just begun to fall. Crop circles...
Spin me round as I rub my eyes this is actually happening. My former self throughly destroyed now.
No going back. To that trap. That waste of missed opportunity. Of familial fracture. Of not enough of myself to go around.
I ran myself.
Me centric. At fault for being selfish. No father makes no father. I'm just like my Dad. Whoops.
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