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I heard. I saw. I thought, for awhile. I tried, to make myself care. I tried, but not too hard. I tried to make my stomach turn. It wouldn't. It knew. It knew.
I ate dinners.
I saw again. Not me, I said.
I took naps. Wrote papers. Said complaints. Sang pitches. Slept hard.
Then I heard. I talked. I wondered. How horrible.
Went back to bed.
1 Comments:
You are good. And I mean that in a huge variety of ways. Love yourself.
2:47 PM
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