Not the bang. Not the word. The true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite a ride, and I think we're all going to learn something about ourselves in the process. You'll learn you're a pathetic schmuck, if it hasn't sunk in already. Look at you, trying to do what's right. Just like her. You still don't get it. It's not about right. Not about wrong.
so tons of them,
in front of me,
singing.
yet none wants to step up,
and talk to me.
for they are afraid,
as long as i know something about them,
as long as i listen,
they will need something from me,
because she's right.
there's no doubt about that.
It's about power.
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