What else. All of that was not done in the name of you, I remember that. All that was done in any Of us, done in the name of us. in god our blood the word of blood in god the name And so that was you then, too, then, wasn’t it? Your language all over the walls My hands, the house, the same year, the same body pulling itself apart with every word I was a child, we all were. The air crushed hours. We got older, We hid our faces. The world was nothing that we said it was, please, I wasn’t, trying, to do anything I took part in everything, I did not mean to, simply by being a person on the earth. The white inside the black behind my eyes would not stop and I was calm and I went on I I I I went on I I I I kept hearing everything I I didn’t hear it I I heard it I couldn’t I could not stop It, and did not want to, even when I, I convinced myself I did. Our time, The hours, wore us down, though we allowed the hours, I allowed the hours, I was tired Forgive me for having done what to all of us and who inside you and thru and thru you Help me stop, none of this speaking is my speaking, none of it is saying it is you, are you Are you still there? I changed my mind.
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