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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
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