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May 2016
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
cait-cait
Written by
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   JRF and Alleigh Peterson
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