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Apr 5
my back aches
to the sound
of
footsteps
climbing up our stairs.
i,
alert,
run to hide all contraband
for fear of losing everything.
swallow loose pills
you remember you told me you hate me?
oh ****
its just my sister
Written by
Makayla Jordan  18/F/Birmingham, AL
(18/F/Birmingham, AL)   
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