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"hoe" they assume.
because i stay in my bathroom,
all night.
every night.
"let me find out you're sending dirty pictures" momma tells me.
"what's the deal? what are you sending?" dad asks me.
really, i'm crying.
really, i'm slitting.
really, they just don't know that.
really, i don't want them to find out,
because really, i fear their wrath.
"i'm sorry"
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sad poetry
Poetryi make poetry about my problems. this is how i cope. and some are true stories.
