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Jun 2018
My parents tell me to sleep
I take my sleeping pills
Sit alone in the darkness.
The record skips once
And again
And again
My mind races
Will the record player ever stop

My parents scolded me
The sleeping pills are worthless
I sit with my thoughts
The record player dies
It’s silent
It’s to silent
My mind pauses
When will it return
I take sleeping pills and this is actually something that happens to me a lot. My record player is lovely but the records have their skips....
Tara
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Tara  13/F/United States
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