Laughing Boy.
You asked me what happened. After our battle, I'm prepared to tell you. Even at the risk of upsetting this headache, even through these eyes that can barely see for how swollen they are.
I read a love story. And it was the kind that I should have had, but we don't make jewelry and we don't weave rugs. It reminded me that you should have.
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I am not a poet. I am not a painter.
I'm just lost.