When you are angry  it seems at the time to make sense.  When the moment is past you wonder why it mattered at all.

Every day of my life I relive  the moment or moments.

I see the error of my ways.

Unfortunately,  too late.  I have  to my knowledge never harmed another person.  Everyday I’m punished, I’m a social outcast .

I don’t exist.




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