DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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twelve august
seven : fifty-six p.m.
i am tired. of everything. of you grabbing my hand as i walk by ("aren't you gonna say hi, baby? where's my hello?"). of pretending i want to have something to do. of thinking about it and making sure it doesn't happen. or does happen. of waking up and waking up and waking up.
listen : silence