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He is No longer A person To me As I sit here And watch him ***** Onto the floor And it looks like Alphabet soup... But Maybe it's just soup, or Just Alphabet... As he begins speaking 1, 2, 3s.   And I have cried before, For him. but Now that I sit, Eyes on his back, Unspeaking And still . . . I frankly hope he Chokes.
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
alphabet soup
He is No longer A person To me As I sit here And watch him ***** Onto the floor And it looks like Alphabet soup... But Maybe it's just soup, or Just Alphabet... As he begins speaking 1, 2, 3s.   And I have cried before, For him. but Now that I sit, Eyes on his back, Unspeaking And still . . . I frankly hope he Chokes.
Um okay you don't have to treat me like I'm a different person. I'm still me and you don't have to act otherwise
unlovedprincess
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 4:48 AM UTC
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