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Nov 2017
it is 1 am
muffled yelling
punctuated
by a slamming door
children crying
a car driving away
give it two days
relive it again

maybe the makeups are sweet
but those happen behind closed doors
all I see
all I hear
is the venom thrown from a moving car

I often wonder if they thought their lives would be like this
when they were 16
Jenni
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