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She sits alone on her bedroom floor Listening to the sound of her dads old records playing   at 9 in the afternoon. Her room sits above the table her dad drinks at Listening to the sound of yelling and glasses breaking at 9 in the afternoon. She sits alone on her bedroom floor Crying into her hands because her dads back to his old habits again at 9 in the afternoon. Her room sits above the table her dad drinks at Now he's slumped over sleeping in the chair he sits in at 9 in the afternoon.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
9 in the afternoon
She sits alone on her bedroom floor Listening to the sound of her dads old records playing   at 9 in the afternoon. Her room sits above the table her dad drinks at Listening to the sound of yelling and glasses breaking at 9 in the afternoon. She sits alone on her bedroom floor Crying into her hands because her dads back to his old habits again at 9 in the afternoon. Her room sits above the table her dad drinks at Now he's slumped over sleeping in the chair he sits in at 9 in the afternoon.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
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