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Guilt comes in our silences I tell myself that I am a far flung ideal,  my thoughts love to attract anything worth regret, no company more loved by misery  than the graveyard in which my mind sleeps. I look in the mirror and brush my teeth, routines somehow scratching too far under my skin. IsContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Johann Van Der Walt”