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Oct 2014
I am sorry sir,
we don't think there has been enough improvement.
It has been weeks since you wrote anything of note
and our ears on the ground tell us you are drinking again.

I wish you would try harder.
What? You don't want to hear about Lincoln again?
He ran a country through it all. You can't even make
your own bed. Why is that?

Your parents?
No. Come on now. You will have to do better than that.
Yes, you have told us about your cat. And your school.
There must be something more. Do you believe in G-d?

You're not sure?
That might be the problem. You are never sure of anything.
Neither North or South, East or West, a roof over your head
but an old mobile phone. I think you just need a title.

I have one lying around here somewhere.
But I don't think you will like it.
c
Edward Coles
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Edward Coles  26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand
(26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand)   
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