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People
I am recovering from the open heart surgery. This old man is abusive. With words not his fist.there's nothing he can do to me that hasn't already. Been done..
He is a lonely old man with a heart full of hate I do not wish for that fait
All this hate has driven everyone away
he has loved away.
He keep yelling at me talking down on me.
They are trying to find me a safer place for my recovery.
He really made me mad last night and my native American blood started pounding. Came outside slept in this moldy van..thinking of all these ways to lash out at him. This morning. I think. If I were to reach back with hate where will that lead me.
I thought on it. If I lash out in hate. That makes me him
Nothing I can do to make this man's life any more miserable. So why bother..
I have a future for once in my life. I need to think on that. . Not this abusive old man
Cause no matter. What I do. If I strike out ar this man. React with anger no matter what I do I end up being this old man..
Open heart surgery gave me a chance at a life. I refuse to let it end with me being him
My body is filled with so much peace right now even . I feel no pain
I feel no weight.
I feel I have a chance .
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William P. Harris
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