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I read a book and it was called "Spring"

because that's what season it was and it was perfectly accompanied by tea

my parents were in love and my sister was talking about college

i told my grandpa and he told me how bright i was

i went to church and loved Jesus with all my heart

this was the time i graduated eighth grade with big ambitions

and a set of friends

this was the year i cried about leaving

not from sadness - but because i was set free

 

I read a book and it was called "Addiction"

because that's what was talked about at home and what made my sister yellow with age

my parents were in love and my sister was in trouble

i told my grandpa and he just continued to ignore me

i still went to church but was too tired on Sundays

this was the time that the sun started setting sooner and talks about school were being said

this was the year i cried about high school

not from sadness - but from fear

 

I read a book and it was called "The End"

because that's what i felt was coming

my parents still love each other and they are partners-in-crime

my sister stopped speaking the truth long ago and turned to smoking chimneys

i told my grandpa and he got ****** still not focusing on me

i stopped going to church, watching others play God

this was the time that high school ****** me in and messed with my head

this was the year that i cried about friends

not from sadness - but from pain

 

I read one more book and it was called "Nothing"

because that's what was in my head

my parents are in love

my sister is falling through the cracks

my grandpa stopped calling

are you there God?

it's me, Sam

this was the time that the sink was emptied and bags formed under eyes

this was the year i cried over loss

not from sadness - but from the unknown

 

I stopped reading books.

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