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A memoir
I wrote a note in my head,
Folded it inside my ribcage.
It said, “I can’t keep fighting
With a heart that always breaks.”
Mom never stayed,
Dad was just a silhouette.
And I swore I’d never
Repeat all that shit
But I guess I did.
We screamed in courtrooms
Over a child I never got to see grow.
I traced his name in the frost
On my rearview window.
I lost him before
I got the cha...
Monday 7th July 2025 3:36 am
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