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Jan 2017
Recounting the times you've curled your toes in the bed you made yourself lay in.

When you repented your sins, were your fingers pressed together?

Did you get condolences?

Recant and restate your apologies, all heartfelt and hopeless.

Lie and wait for the next one you'll rope into absolution.
Brianna Davis
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Brianna Davis  21/F/Texas
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