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September 25, 2018 / barton smock

as for the sadness one feels after buying a small toy that makes noise and placing it on the passenger seat of a car that won’t start,

my brother was allowed as many dolls as could fit in an elevator and my sister had a voice could convince god to be our least successful memory exercise. myself I would circle a date on the calendar and it would come and I would circle another. this is how I killed myself.

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