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Jul 2023
Something, something, something else.
Nothing. No one cares.
Might be hardly anything.
I'll mind my own affairs.

Hello, mother. Hello, son.
Do you think your days are done?
I'm watching you descend to hell.
I want to break the spell.
Psych Ward Poetry.
Set 4, Poem 1
Filomena
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Filomena  24/F/Pennsylvania
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