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he took my orange bottles

the ones that held my pain

and my sadness

and he threw them away

please don't get more, he says

I wont, I say

promise me, he says

I promise, I say

he continues to search for hidden ones

that he knows are there

he finds all of them

every

last

one

and I wonder how I'll survive this
•••

lalalala I'm tired lalalala

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