Anne Lamott
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i read the words
of those who seem unaware
of how hateful they are
humiliate and wound
i listen to the stories
of the wounded
those crushed by parents who told them
they were nothing
nothing
( and yes, i remember my own hurts
and yes,
my own failures
and my own intolerance)
and i seethe
the anger
and bitterness
and loathing
roils and boils within
such awful thoughts,
they cannot be held
must not be held
they must be released
placed at a distance
so I might breathe
again
and hope
again
and love
again
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