Leave alone the past, she says
It’s easy for one whose life has been
Rather idyllic
There’s always someone who has it worse
Of course, and right now I had it worse than you
So shut up
Leave it to God, she says
I’ve been waiting for that fool my whole life
Where the hell is god?
Where was he when I was lying on my back?
Being slaughtered?
Please, save me the moot dialogue
Or the pity
I’m too angry for that.
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