CountYourBlessings
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One text.
One reply.
Two texts.
Two replies.
Three texts.
No replies.
No response;
which was so unorthodox.
I thought this was so uncool,
to be in school.
I saw Saint Mark in her room, my mother told me,
beside Bible verses, embroidered pillows,
a picture of Jesus holding her in his arms, all 89 pounds.
Miriam was 15, my mother began, before she melt into a coma,
So I woke up one day and wondered where I was headed
because I can't look back my past it has been embeded
No time for regrets so I gotta keep moving
but ironically I can't move because my past wasen't soothing
