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What right do we have to those choices

we didn't make? the what ifs,

the if onlies, the candle in the dark

left burning, who's to say

their right to keep me

in the dark

is greater

than my right

to live the burning questions.

Isn't that the whole point,

to live the burning questions?

Or should I drown in sympathy

for one who never came close

enough to the real questions

to get singed, choke on

smoke. Ignorance on a pedestal,

moralizing through false,

front-loaded narrative.

This masquerade of meaning,

metaethics, and meanness

can't continue; it's already

running

out

of

gas.

I'm not the one

who demands cruelty

as the price of love.