Had a hard time sleeping last night. No surprise there. So I dug out my box of verbal dribble. Can't properly be called poetry, but it's something akin to it. When I started realizing how much damage had been done and let myself feel the hurt and anger, I wrote a lot. Funny, going through stuff last night, I realized that I'm a much better writer
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