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Mar 2013
We went to the park that day, and
you smiled. We played on the swings
and fell asleep under a tree.
・・・
Your dog died that day, and
it didn't take your dreams long after that.
Nothing seemed to matter.
・・・
Your face looked different that day.
You hadn't kissed your mother in years, but rather
you'd been kissing all the boys, and the girls.
Some of them cared about you, but
you didn't.
・・・
You locked your bedroom door that day.
None of the boys or girls came to see you.
Not even your mother tried to open the door, but
you didn't care.
・・・
You went to see your dog that day, with
two red gashes on each **** arm.
Emma
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   raine miller
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