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by noelle-tolson

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 two fingers. 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.
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