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spare the rod spoil the child
dear god, please teach me to suffer for the things that are worth it.one day i'll get some sense knocked into my headso keep trying to beat the lesson into me because i don't think i get it quite yet.weatherthestormweatherthestormweatherthestormto reach the land of the lotus-eaters.dear god, please teach me to recognise the shadows on the cave wall.because i get fooled by them, every single time.you see, i was born with the kind of face that makes people want to dangle hope in front of it & then rip it awayone day i will learn that good things do not happen to kids like me--they rarely ever do.god does this funny parlour trick where he kicks the chair from underneath my feet when the tips of my toes just barely scrape against the seatit never gets old, does it?does it?he and i have met here before a thousand timesa thousand different ways in a thousand different rhymesthe eternal standoff between me & the big guy who can't decide whether to snuff me out or light another matchjust the same old story, the same old game abby
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