Father's son
A load to bear; eyes weary of trying hours: to be man of the house. For the many that depend on your shadow know not your dreams. Your father’s crime: punishment. He died and left his yoke for your untrained shoulders.
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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