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Hadn't
Empty stares and blanker conversations.
Have we not moved on from mental patients?
You make me sick sometimes,
And yet I stomach these times.
Not for my sake, but for yours,
Cleaning up after you is a chore,
But it's still my job,
I took it on.
Now I really wish I hadn't.
Have we not moved on from mental patients?
You make me sick sometimes,
And yet I stomach these times.
Not for my sake, but for yours,
Cleaning up after you is a chore,
But it's still my job,
I took it on.
Now I really wish I hadn't.
Published 14th Mar 2015
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