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  • Jan 19
  • 1 min read

leaving like my alcoholic mother

couldn't take the heat when my dad went under the knife

my presence made you so upset you left the party

father called me cold because I haven't let anyone touch me since you

hoping the doctor pumps enough fluids to make me feel better

or I could call you and flatline

dreams full of you chasing me up and down the stairs

not sleeping again....


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