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I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you.
You said you quit your job again?
I'm pregnant, and you walked out?
I found your stash of booze.
You suck at sneaking.
Your whore called too.
Don't come back.
Useless.
Drunk.
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Hope Martin
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Comments (4)
I agree with Gabriel - raw and gritty! Nicely done!
Happy to read your poem.
He's such a cheating ass loser! Loved your poem!
Such a powerfully raw, gritty, heart-wrenching piece here. Thank you for sharing this profound piece!