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   Walk downstairs,

my stomach hurts,

I don't want to go down

too much screaming

magazines slapping table tops

Pot and pans slam into their places

I can't go down

I don't want to go down

I take a step

avoid the middle of the stair

it creaks

I step to the side

holding onto the banister

walk slowly

so they don't hear you.

seventh stair down

I can sit here

and see.

I don't want to see

too much to watch

too much to feel

too much pain in my stomach

I can't sit up straight anymore

Pull your knees to your chest

suck it in

don't cry.

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