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I always thought of morality
as a rock I could hang on to.
I see so much of myself in you
that´s why I hate you like I do.
And I do.
On that day in sunny may
when everything went senseless
we scraped up what we could from
damp and dirty floors
We left without directions,
we knew the way to go.
(The day you grow up and realize that you have become all the things your father was, is the day you learn what true self-loathing is.)
