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Feb 2014
I'm the plate you throw in the sink after you and your mother get in a fight,
I'm the hole in the wall you punch after your dad takes away your car,
I'm the words you curse at yourself as you lay on your bed,
I'm the redness in your face as you refuse to calm down,
I'm the deep breaths you take as you realize you hate your home life,
I'm the cigs you smoke too knock off the edge,
I'm your stress relief,
So baby,
Relax.
Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo
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Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo  Indiana
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