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My day was fine
Except for the yelling
And the tears
and the bruises
The cussing
The fussing
The overall day was bad I guess
No, no your right
I did have a good night's sleep.
I have a roof over my head
Carpet beneath my feet
And a warm place to stay
But in the place that I stay
I have to deal with abuse
Denial
I just feel off
No I don't
I feel great.
I want to get away
but getting g away could lead to uncertainty
And you don't like uncertainty
I don't
I hate these conversations
*with myself
Jane May 2015
Insanity is what she is,
Clarity is what she please,
Mortality is what she sees,
Voracity is something she ease.

Mendacity is what she speaks,
Tactfully is something she weaks,
Alchemy was never in her clique,
There kicks in her cavity.

Calumny writes above her head,
Casualty says around her dead,
Pageantry living on her bed,
Banditry was what she hid.

Centrality was all she craved,
Depravity waited for her traced,
Fatality made her braced,
Gallantly now she fazed.
For fun lol

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