Unconditional

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all things were dead on arrival--

and that's all I have to say about that

i was always feeling so sorry for everyone

what a way

in a bad, bad way

to be about a life

Her saw me crying is what he painted for the rest of us

black vases and such

and I didn't even know what all that was like

because I had memories worth retelling---

past the adolescence

and her future

it was already

---dead on arrival