We are the obscures, the ones people typically cannot understand.
Clawing in a dirty prison, at the walls around them, till their fingernails come off.
And I'm standing in the middle of the room with my gun in hand, and not particularly interested in using it.
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What I Learned in School
Short StoryHow dare you want revenge. It's a human pasttime. People want to hit eachother.
