"i had to get stitches. my mom came, my dad came, they cried. blah blah blah. they said they wanted to facilitate me, they said they wanted me to get better.
i told them that life wouldn't get much better than this. they asked me what i meant. i told them im not starving, im not dying of some horrible disease, im not homeless. im fine.
this time, they didn't believe me."
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101 voicemails
Poetry"hey, it's me again..." 101 voicemails about loving, breaking, and healing.
