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Jan 2016
My best friend died today.
And it's the same as when
I lost other family members,
Why should it be any different?
She was family.
People line up. They ask me
How I'm doing. I answer
With the polite obligatory
"Okay," or "Not so well,"
But I never say what I'm
Really thinking.
I want to answer
"Hand me something
Flammable, please."
I can't possibly be okay,
And you're an idiot if
You believe me when I say otherwise.
Yes, my best friend actually died today.
Mica Kluge
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Mica Kluge  25/F/Appalachia
(25/F/Appalachia)   
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     ---, --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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