Misdirected Anger and Broken Bones
Too far too far too far
it all seems like a lifetime ago and I suppose that is what it was the tears and the snot and the curled up on the ground as she smirked her fucking stupid smirk at my red faced spittle riddled torrent of obscenities
I just wanted her to leave but she would not leave even after I broke my hand from punching the barn door that was my closet door because I would not redirect the anger where it belonged It was all my fault all my fault
-MjM
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