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Apr 8
I did not realize that it was a gene

Passed down from your mother to you, then to me.


Isolation in the form of small fingers wrapped

Around my own,

Stuck inside these four walls

Tiny shrill screams inside a tiny home.


A piece of advice,

Passed down from your mother to you, then to me,

'You should get a TV, it can be good company’
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
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