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May 2015
they yelled at each other
wondered if I came from a can of coke
instead of a soft part inside her
he talked like a mad man
no, he was a mad man

I remember
still clear
tired eyes
gloomy breakfast
deathly stare

now
i luckily forget the pain
and unluckily,
cant feel anything
medicine
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