It was just a flash...
and it's happened before...
years ago, at a stoplight, I remember this same feeling…
a home outside of my pride...
I really do have something to offer...
but my pride won't let me share it...
I'm committing the same crime I most despised in Debby...
how I yearn to be free…
“Tear down these walls, Mr. Homeless”…
you’re OK after all.
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