Posted in Poems

it hurts

So, people thought that
I’m going to kill myself.

I’m not really a bad person.

I eat my lunch.
They actually determined that I’m Hungarian—
I just don’t understand how that’s applicable.
The acidity is there.

I have two tests today.

Right here, it hurts. But, it’s slowly going away.

-10.27.16

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Trying to find the right words.

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