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I Am


I am a son, a father, a lover,

a patriot, a warrior, a predator;

yes, and I am a victim, wounded

and in pain; always healing.

I am a tired little being.

I spend my life straining

against the door, holding back

the thing that I fear most:



Me, I am an animal;

a being without conscience,

driven by lust, rage and hunger;

driven by forgotten instincts,

primal and without expression.

I am the animal trapped

behind the door; the secret me.

I am man.

                                          LCK  10-96

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