GuiltA Poem by JacobAbout emotional and mental abuse, which is very hard to track and almost "normal" and about guilt it creates.I was watching it from down my height big father face eyes shooting fire mouth widely open white teeth in the big dark hands are cutting air here it comes one, two, three virtual blows mother is there standing fear in her eyes even if she yells her body shrinked and I´m chained frozen, stopped I am witnessing my mother there and doing nothing very wrong very wrong they are big and I need it fixed I have to fix
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3 Reviews Added on March 1, 2009 AuthorJacobAboutHi, I always thought that I was born at early morning time as my mother told me, lately I decided to find out and in the hospital in Jerusalem they said it was 9:15 in the evening. Someone very nice I.. more..Writing
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