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cycle breaking and other illusions
By freudian-slip
Once upon a time,
there was a girl-
who flinched whenever anyone came near her face.
Back in the day,
there was a family-
picture perfect in it's dysfunction,
and everything in it's place.
Six of one,
half a dozen of another,
No matter how you slice it-
time can not erase,
and some things never change.
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© 2008 the-rapist
Published on Saturday, February 16, 2008.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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On Monday, December 8, 2008, disposable
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wrote:
scary how much this reflects my childhood. i flinched, i'm one of 6 kids, and im determined to break the cycle. i'm not sure of your intended meaning but this means alot to me. ty
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On Saturday, February 16, 2008, Moonflower
(301) wrote:
i relate to this so well..nicely written.
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