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“The confusion, that one so young - me it seems, because I remember - should be so damaged, that no one looked out for me or cared. And even now, I grin and mock myself out of fear. But I hold the truth aloft, a golden torch, sacred, because no one else dares to.”

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My Fault

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Billy Childish
Billy Childish

Billy Childish is a British author, poet, and musician, born on December 1, 1959. His work spans poetry, novels, and memoirs, known for its unique style and profound personal perspective. more

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