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The words pushed against the dark like air in a pressure chamber.
Invisible but painful.

I'm not enclosing the words.
But I am too hard on myself.

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I lub school, even though the gothic girl was one of the people I drove to Schoenemans.

I lost sleep hoping Pony Boy really did stay gold.

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