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Apr 2013
I don't know why I insist on doing this,
Why I keep torturing myself
Day in and day out.

I found the poem you wrote me.
I carry it in my backpack,
Not really the best place,
I know.

I don't cry anymore. I mean,
No tears leave my eyes.
I sob until I fall asleep, though.
Some nights.
Megan McCormick
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   Renee Ransom
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