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What would you like? I'd like my money's worth.
                                       Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this--
      swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.
                                                        We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do
                is stand on the curb and say Sorry
                                                         about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

-Richard Siken, Little Beast

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