The beginning of my very first summer job at the home for the aged.
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Confusion paves my way towards the light.
Paranoia smothers me just one step away from...
King tells me not to bury the voice that's not yet spoken.
And I won't,
but Paranoia holds my left hand,
yanking me backwards,
while my right fingertips are almost touching
the light of Confusion.
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