How did I get here?

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There are times when the right to remain silent and the need to say something exist in the same moment. I would suppose a choice is made at such a time as to whether guilt is a matter of fact or a matter of conscience. A youthful mind forged in a crucible of fear might argue, 'Yeah I did it, but that don't make me guilty. My world has a different measure.'

subjects: New Zealand poetry,  New Zealand prose literature,  Tuhinga auaha,  Tuhinga kōrero

Times: 21st century