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Sorry

I have 3 tests, 

An essay, 

And about a million other things to do,

But I can't bring myself to check off a single box on the to-do list in my head. 

I'm sick, vegetative. In a coma you induced.

It was my own doing, you say.  

Your words ring in my ears like the bells at noon,

Services I can't attend. 

You spat out your mind at me,

Disgusted.

I'm sorry. 




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