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Apr 2022
sink deeper... and deeper...
red to black, not closed
not open

I thought that I’d killed you
as I watched your eye sink,

were you scared?
did you hate me?
I hope you’re okay
I know that you could never understand, but
I’m sorry
04/04/22
There were two nice old ladies there with me. One had a walking stick, the other had her arm in a cast. They told me it wasnt my fault, but I knew it was. I could have avoided this harm, I wont make the same mistake twice.
Io
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