i am not meant to stay here,
but i will treat it better
than the place that
i will inevitably
come back to.
i fear that it's a metaphor, somehow.
i fear that i will always be outrunning
my father's likeness.
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HEAVENLY CORRUPTION
PoetryThe ramblings of a woman who spent too much time in confession and too little time trying to figure out what exactly she was apologizing for.
