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It's a little misery
from a place
my mother's stomach
to my abusive sibling and dad
I am born to be infuriated
born to not be able to change it
to be shocked
condemned
into a religious
I panic between doorways
I count the breaks in stairways
to rules I always adhere
and I do this out of fear
fear that I'll lose my sight
that it will punish someone dear
