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I mourn my ignorance I grieve it almost as much as the news of the parasite in your breast: The life bringing death  just opposite your heart. The heart I listen for as I lay down to sleep--
Early morning, sun is just beginning to rise No sleep the night before I can barely open my eyes. I’m nervous and at the same time relieved I’ll finally be rid of thee. You’ve been a hassle, you’ve been a pain
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