My tearstained stuffed bunny is my dearest companion,
My confidant.
I whisper my fears,
My snotty, sobbed aches,
Into her ears
And let them disappear
Into the dark of my bedroom.
I’m a wreck,
But what’s new?
I’ve spent half the month weeping-
It’s kind of funny.
I mean,
Up until this s***** month,
I’d become convinced
That I’d...
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