Personal Poem
Every day I become more like me.
I’m about to be killed, right?
damaged persons never forgive(n) - ?
More on this theme later.
Your money will run out before
your life, making suicide
unnecessary. In the mean time,
don’t touch me I’m radioactive
with a half-ass life
60 million years.
Things mothers say
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When you're grieving (as he had been for his wife) and people try to give
you advice, S told me, "It's like you're in Missouri telling me what it's
like...
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