Actually, life’s pretty great. Since I’ve been free, on the outside, delivered from the walls.
I’ve found love, I’ve found riches, I’ve found meaningful employment, I’ve found a purpose, I’ve found life, since my family died.
So, so long to the long so whats of the past. Fuck you, family, for keeping me back, in a box, curtailed, enslaved, unable to realize my potential, used and abused, worked to the bone, boned to the work, fuck you!
Perfidy and betrayal, I lost a family and I found myself. Boundless joy. Dear readers: would that you all could be so lucky.
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