Please tell me I’ve learned lessons from my father, because some days it feels like I’ll never go further, than passing the days, wading in waste.
I thought fighting tooth and nail would ward off these traits, but in these moments of weakness withers a subconscious, my lips let out breaths of words I did not know. They were your words, the ones I fought tooth and nail. Well, those nails cracked and creaked and your spirit enveloped me. I still fight so desperately.
It feels as if every mistake is repeated. How many times until I grasp those feelings, paranoia megalomania, genius with fevers. Are these the thoughts of your paralysis? I still fight so desperately.