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Jan 2010
The door closes at three am.
Smelling of beer (not mine)
and cigarettes (I only had one).

The past week I don't report to anyone.
I don't have to tell where I am, who I've been with,
what I've been doing.

There is no satisfaction in that.
I want someone to care.
(Just like he said he did.)
Kathy Byers
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Kathy Byers  31/F/Lost in Translation
(31/F/Lost in Translation)   
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