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Accursed giggles
Uplifted voices
chattering, chittering
I hate it
I hate them.
I hate them for their optimism
for their carelessness
for their grace
for their beauty
all their joy
is a sickly blade
twisting in my stomach.
I wish they'd shut up
Just shut up.
And heal me.
chattering, chittering
I hate it
I hate them.
I hate them for their optimism
for their carelessness
for their grace
for their beauty
all their joy
is a sickly blade
twisting in my stomach.
I wish they'd shut up
Just shut up.
And heal me.
Published 25th Mar 2010
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