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 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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