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Feb 2014
Im five years old,
Pale blue pajamas running through the house,
Looking for mommy.
Shes outside, barred behind glass doors,
A cloud of smoke trailing off the lit end of her cigarette.
Obscuring eyes.
She doesn't even notice the little ******* the other side...

Im 17 now, and still going *un noticed
DontLoveMeImBroken
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DontLoveMeImBroken  WI
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   Mary
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