Just So
I am just so
Over
The anger, the resentment
I am just so
Tired
Of the pain and the gravity
I am just so
Finished
With the damn sorrow
I am just so
Ready
To let guilt go
It’s not my fault
It’s not my fault
I am just so fucking
Sorry
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I’m a lifelong martial artist. I’ve written since I was young for myself as a form of self examination and therapy. Growing up closeted during the AIDS crisis and in small town Kentucky, I didn’t feel I had many options for outward expression. Life is different today, and I express what I feel here.
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