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Sep 2013
we tirelessly scream
I trusted you at blank
faces, promise we can be
bandages but we'll only
ever be temporary antibiotics.
never promise someone you can
save them because you can't, don't
offer your self as a service to the wounded
because you are wounded too.
(c) Brooke Otto

I promise that at some point I will write happier things.
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