AND YOU CAN TELL BY THE RED IN MY EYES,
AND THE BRUISES ON MY THIGHS, AND THE
KNOTS IN MY HAIR, AND THE BATHTUB FULL
OF FLIES, THAT I'M NOT RIGHT NOW AT ALL.
THERE I GO AGAIN, PRETENDING THAT I'LL
FALL; DON'T CALL THE DOCTORS 'CAUSE
THEY'VE SEEN IT ALL BEFORE. THEY'LL JUST
SAY LET HER
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