Who knows
Maybe if i was that indian human that slaves all day for two bucks a day
Maybe i wouldnt had that oportunity and time to find that inland well of sadness that i drink from even now, gulp gulp
Who knew
That scheming defeat of basic needs, just for me and not forever, will bring some new, more complex and higher in emotional dimention, needs that is
Every wake is undesired, every out-pass is overly relieving; i watch and walk in spitin spite of this - my infant will prevails in sin
I dont know.
I didnt knew.
Privilege of sorrow
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