Soaring High

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Through the darkness there is always light.
I never knew much about my childhood, much of it spent moving from place to place to avoid the fists and guns.
Amazing just how fast you will grow up when you have to. Surrounded by all the troglodites at my feet as the beg for their supper to be made for them as they cannot concieve the thought of doing for themselves.
Surrounded in the "cant do" culture. These people shall live in my shoes one day, when every slammed door is a reason to jostle in your seat and look around to make sure that you will live through those next few minutes without the knife stretching into your back with every nerve ending severing and life flashing before your eyes.
My personal idea of hell of course being to live through my life once more in flashback form during my last dying moments, to ponder over all the "what ifs". What if i had taken that road, accepted that cheque, kissed that girl, killed that man. All is relative.
I will never wish for a moment for anyone to feel as i do. To be so numb each and every day that you cannot fathom why everyone else is becoming so irrational, thats when i looked down and saw the blood.
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