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I didn't know you were unhappy. Somewhere when the dishes sat drying in their rack and the baby fell asleep, like the rats neglected in their cage I overlooked it. Wrapped in weighted folds of sleep deprivation, headlights not yet through the fog.

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Jan 5, 2019

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