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Feb 2013
35
I asked God today if I was a terrible person.
I think he answered yes.
I got a call a few hours later-
Hostile words,
Grow up!
It's disgusting!
And that was that.
So I hung up the phone.
I counted the rings,
Each one a stab in the chest.
35, Mother.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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