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Jan 2014
you don't remember
but i do.
i tried to pick something up that fell
and you
threw me
away.
it wasn't my job,
is what you said.
oh i remember.
i had already had a bad day
a bad week.
and you
threw me.
i left.
it was cold, and had been snowing off and on
and i walked outside ready to leave.
i broke down.
and i cried.
you don't remember
but i do.
maybe
you don't even know.
Megan
Written by
Megan  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
292
   --- and Phasma de Oceanus
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