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how can I sit in this hole with food still on my table
sheets still on my bed
tires still on my car
my family cradling my head
and dear friends propping me up.
how the fuck did you
turn out to be such a demon?
what history of yours
has made you so Goddamned skittish,
to bed to come back home
just to leave again.
I guess you had to be sure
that I was still under lock and key
and that it was still safe
for you to walk away.
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