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Unsettled

I’m with my family that’s from Canada.
I don’t feel so bad,
I don’t know if it’s settled—
I’m a busy woman.

He was so satisfied, everything was good.
I’m not paranoid, I’m just trying to be a supportive person.
He’s always just saying,

“You shouldn’t be talking like this!”

Darkness is good.

-11.20.16

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Trying to find the right words.

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