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A year
Five months
Fifty dollars a week
One red couch
Someone to talk to
No more silence
Telling her
How hard it is
You shouldn’t be here
You should be normal enough
But you have to say
Everything inside
I miss you
And I hate him
I don’t understand this
That is just too confusing
White tablets,
Blue pens
Inside my head
The diagnosis?
Something to swallow with water
I love her
But it’s wrong
It’s taken
This long
To spill out everything
A year
Five months
And fifty dollars a week





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