May 17, 2011

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  Do two wrongs make a right?
  You were wrong, I am wrong, I was wrong...what about three wrongs?
  This is not poetry--this is madness.
  This is a revelation that my revelation has not come, despite the devastation of us.
  To err twice is madness. To err thrice is strike out and go home.
  Let me tell you what home is like:
  Demons make room for me in bed,
  Stupidity and Regret pile on top, either at the same time
  or one after the other.
  I don't get to scream.
  I don't get to refuse.
  I don't deserve to have a choice.

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