3:26am
its in my hand
thumb tucked under the flap
ready to rip
thinking
staring
thinking
--
self control.
--
i didnt.
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mom: 'i mom: 'how'd ya get that scrape on your elbow?'
me: "scrape? i dont have one, cya"
mom: 'dont walk away from me!'
mom: 'i know how you got that...'
me: GULP.
mom: 'walk into the counter AGAIN shan
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