You are not the cycle breaker.
You come from a long line of cycle breakers
If all they could break was their own back
From the weight of the welt’s of their father’s belt
They spared their own child one day
In favor of every moment of grief they never felt
Exploding the moment the milk hit the floor.
I wish you could cry
Over a little spilled milk.
I wish I coul…
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