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Are you okay? Yes I am.. But I wasn't , As I responded to that, Because what else to say, When you aren't, Are you feeling good? Yes I am.. When I wasn't, But how will it help, If I responded for real, Do you need water? Yes I want.. But just shut down, The surrounding chatter, With infinite laughter, I couldn't bear, The noise, Inside me growing larger, Than my voice that was, Shaking my exterior poise, My daughter, Came closer.. As she held my, trembling hand, As she whispered, Mom, it will get better.. My partner, Looked at me, And wanted me to know.. It's okay, Not to be okay, Getting drunk, And throwing up.. Is all part of growing up, Till the part, Where you start loving, Just water again.. My mom and dad, Comforted me,  That although sad as it looks, Things aren't that bad.. As explained by the books, Relationships and people, Are the ones that make you stable, While everything else, Can topple,   Well, there will be loads of trouble, But more than that t


I do things
Right when 
Raises eyebrows
Chases my shadows
That looks so imperfect

I say words.
That when heard..
Seems incorrect
Which they 
How rude
That I meant
Quiet the opposite
Without a dialect
Just thrown towards imperfect

I draw
Lines that don't align
As who listens
And acts like they hear
But a door 
Thats shown to me
Is reject
While abstinence
Goes Imperfect


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