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Mar 2014
20
They called me days ago

and can’t afford to see me.

It’s okay, I don’t mind.

I’m only turning twenty.

It’s been nearly four years since

I was given a used mattress, toothbrush, and peppermints –

Not that I wasn’t grateful.

I was just hoping something would have changed by now.

It’s okay, I don’t mind.

I haven’t spoken in days.

It’s okay, I don’t mind.

I can count friends within the state on *******.

Those jokes I made weren’t jokes at all.

I should have stayed in Europe.

It’s okay, I don’t mind.

It’s okay, I won’t mind.

It’s okay, I can’t mind anymore.
Written by
Noelle Tolson
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