Consider this
my suicide note
to who
I used to be.
He had to be killed
if I ever wanted
to live.
I don't know
to attend the burial
with regret
pity
or anger.
The sporadic episodes of thought and feeling, unfiltered, that I am prone to and need to release.
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- Monty
- I am who I think I am, I am who you know I am, I am who I want to be, who I was, who I could be, who I can't be. I am.
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