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May 2017
two broken bones,
a sprained ankle,
an abusive relationship,
depression,
and mania

i am sensual,
and smart
filled with anger
and compassion;
i am so lonely

no happy birthday,
no beautiful love story,
no more good days,
no more happy endings
no hope

a ten day jail sentence
two stays in detox
not enough meetings
too many drugs
and a lust for change

i'm nineteen
and these years
already weigh me down
with all of their force
relentlessly
i feel broken
typhany
Written by
typhany  here and now
(here and now)   
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   --- and David Prince
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