Curve in the Road

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Once, my father won the rat race

and then it wasn’t worth it.

 

Cause life was going the way he planned

until the man hit him on a dead man’s

curve. He broke his legs, but lost his

mind the most (though, denied it).

Suddenly there wasn’t

a plan, just a lot of twists like the country

roads ahead. From his wheelchair, he threw

a mouthful

a fistful

of revenge to anyone close by.

Life needed to be punished, after all.

 

I was close by.

And I’ve been weird like this ever since.

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