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my dad laughs as he swears I learned whole sonnets in the way my mother spoke before I ever let a single word drip from off my tongue knew all about her kind of crazy before I ever knew exactly what that would mean for us the days she wouldn’t leave her bed except to crawl desperately to cool tile hold her own hair back and wonder again when it would all be worth it the last time I saw her alive she wasn’t a quarter of the person she used to be and I’d sit up for days wondering again what I had to do to make it worth it watching her rot away inside of her own skin my sister thinks I’m heartless that I can throw away all of the pieces parts she left behind but I cannot bare to choke on these words any longer I hate the way I sound so much like her staring at a ghost every time I look in the mirror I am haunted by all the things I did not do for her all the ways I let her down and left her to die alone and I sit here for hours and wonder again when the pain will be worth it
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
March is over and I still feel you
my dad laughs as he swears I learned whole sonnets in the way my mother spoke before I ever let a single word drip from off my tongue knew all about her kind of crazy before I ever knew exactly what that would mean for us the days she wouldn’t leave her bed except to crawl desperately to cool tile hold her own hair back and wonder again when it would all be worth it the last time I saw her alive she wasn’t a quarter of the person she used to be and I’d sit up for days wondering again what I had to do to make it worth it watching her rot away inside of her own skin my sister thinks I’m heartless that I can throw away all of the pieces parts she left behind but I cannot bare to choke on these words any longer I hate the way I sound so much like her staring at a ghost every time I look in the mirror I am haunted by all the things I did not do for her all the ways I let her down and left her to die alone and I sit here for hours and wonder again when the pain will be worth it
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
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