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i listen closely and watch my thoughts closely without saying anything even though i want to scream i want to cry i want to do things i can't comprehend some release from the tight fist [or is it a claw] of parenthood where there is no space to take care of myself and if i do it anyway i mess with everyone else's mojo
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