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Whether it was learning long division, Or naming all fifty states. Nothing seemed to matter. It all seemed so trivial. The phantom that haunted me Never left, Not even in elementary. I could not cope, nor concentrate. Cafeteria feasts Made of concentrate. Paired with my inner confusion, I tended to lose my lunch. I tried to hold Myself to a means Of normalcy. It wound up as ***** on my shoes.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
Grief and Gastritis
Whether it was learning long division, Or naming all fifty states. Nothing seemed to matter. It all seemed so trivial. The phantom that haunted me Never left, Not even in elementary. I could not cope, nor concentrate. Cafeteria feasts Made of concentrate. Paired with my inner confusion, I tended to lose my lunch. I tried to hold Myself to a means Of normalcy. It wound up as ***** on my shoes.
Dealing with grief as a young child
andrew-kelly
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
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