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Family (Friend)

The car stopped.
The front door is right there,
I can�t get in.

I feel my hands shake,
I hear the soft crunches of a paper bag.

Are you going inside?

No.

Why not?

I don�t want to be around people.

You can�t stay in the car.

My parents leave me in the car all the time.

He starts crying.
His eyes are wide and red,
There�s an emotion in his eyes that feels like sad fondness.

I ask him why he�s crying but he won�t stop.

I�m sorry.

I don�t understand what he�s saying.
Why would he be sorry,
What has he done?

It�s not right.

What?

It�s not right, what they do to you.

What do you mean?

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When was the last time you ate %$&@#?

What?

When did you last eat?

..

It�s silent.

I feel cool air flowing through the cracked car window,
I smell wood and dirt as a purple flower breaks off a tree branch.

I eat in the car,

He doesn�t look me in the eyes.