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Feb 2019
I wish you didn't drink
because when you were drunk
you never gave a ****.
You hit me hard
leaving me a pretty bruise.
It is a pretty color.
Mixes of purple, green and maroon.
I try to stay happy at school.
If my tears were bottled, they could fill a pool.
I'm worried someday that you will get arrested
and get my baby brother taken away.
Not like you would realize he's gone.
You're always drunk anyway.
Ew.
Lucas Ennis
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Lucas Ennis  15/FTM/Mankato, Minnesota
(15/FTM/Mankato, Minnesota)   
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