The line read, “find the truth / you won’t like its lie // the boy supposed it was not to say anything else // he wrote this at the moment of inspiration and while much has been erased // the opening line has survived as thought he expect to find some explosive knowledge that will change things or at least explain some // he still has faith in it / he keeps saying to himself // every direction he turns, he is reminded of being trapped in ineptness and mediocrity// the idea that he could live with himself // gone // feels the same as when he sticks a finger down the throat; for it has never been easy to accept that which is inside of him, it all stinks
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