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Mar 2016
everybody will wait up to hear you speak his name
you will know how to identify drugs but not how to start a conversation with your aunt at thanksgiving
you will count the hours of sleep you get
you will not trust anyone
you won't realize the beauty of a secret
everybody will want to know how good it felt to hear you scream
you won't know what a happy ending is
you will look at the bruises on your body and make constellations
you will choke your meds down with *****
you won't recognize yourself
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