Functionally illiterate. Survive. Indignant. Completely dishonorable. Like father, like parent. When everyone forgets your name. We’ll come back tomorrow when no one will have to remember. You have no compassion. Oxymoron. I wrote a novel of epic granularity. Because what you feel can be considerate. Because everything you feel could be something other than what you complain about. We left and became independent. Something new.
Something new
Independent
And
Left
We
Complain
Something
Feel
Because
Can
Feel
Because
I
Oxymoron
Compassion
No
Remember
Will
No one
When
Tomorrow
Come
Everyone
When
Like
Father
Like
Survive
Functionally illiterate
Kabbalah
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