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I'm sorry I cannot quiet your mindlike the lies screaming from thebox before your bed.I'm sorry the channel flippingsilences your pastwhile my face wakes upthe past you never wanted.I only wanted to be heardand you wanted to be alone.Who do I choose to care for?You or me?People ask me if I want children.I've already raised myself,And cannot repeat the process.I'm not angry. Or Bitter.I find power in independence.I just wish I didn't have to.

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