Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

Scars and wounds of your generation
Gifts from ancestors with no permission
Hurt your upbringing, made you neurotic
A strange dependence, calm and chaotic

You may escape and run, run further
But with time the other will be a catcher
It’s only a matter of sooner or later
The truth is your most hated teacher


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