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I was too much for my father
I threatened his freedom

I was too much for my mother
I threatened her need for a man

I was too much for my teachers
I threatened their creativity

I was too much for my friends
I threatened their conformity

I was too much for the man I devoted myself to
I threatened his security

I was too much for industry
I threatened its illusions

I was too much for myself

Until I felt all the rage
All the grief
All the madness
From being silenced

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