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Dec 12, 2008 14:42

You turned your back on me when I needed you most and I have spent the better part of my life feeling like the guilty party.

You talk about strength.

You don't know what strength is.

I've seen it. I've tasted it. I've had my nose rubbed in it and I never begged for sanctuary.

It's not many of us who get to speak at our own funeral.

Fewer still, those who can crack a joke.

I still grin so wide my face hurts.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. If I held my breath, you'd disappear.
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