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Oct 2018
pictures on a glass table
strewn about the place
I want to rip them up
I've got to have a taste

If I did rip them, what good would it do?
I'd still have the memories
held close by only a few

Today I cried in my car because I looked in the mirror for too long
It was awkward when someone walked by
I wanted to knock everything off of my face because it looked all wrong.
Mars
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Mars  21/F/michigan
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