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Sep 2016
I am often surpised
by how deeply
I can be hurt.
Often I forget
that not all of me
is skeleton.
Your pain is greater than mine?
Make sure
to stab me
at least one more time.
Or at least
til we're even.
My mom asked for my house key back. Don't worry, that's not my home anymore.
Ren Crostini
Written by
Ren Crostini
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   Bianca Reyes
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