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Mar 2014
My mother and I
We are the same
We procrastinate
We take long showers
We share the same features
Most importantly
We like to sleep
We are the same
Because we would sleep forever
We would sleep forever together
We would die together
If it meant we dreamt together
We would die
If we could hold hands
On our way to a happier place
Reality is depression
And death is happiness
Becca Bruno
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Becca Bruno  Boston
(Boston)   
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