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I'm afraid of being afraid; I'm the world's worst mother.

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You've dreamt about it since you were a kid: a secret, a funeral, a spreading cough, and then it starts- the end.

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I've failed to protect her from my need.

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Holding my love's face in my hands, I tell him I miss him. I say, I miss you like I miss the trees.

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I keep dreaming about showing up late to my own funeral, everyone tapping their feet as I climb into the casket."

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My mother joining the chorus of her three churchless children to croon, no heaven, no hell, nothing before or after?

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Dystopia isn't there something else besides: there must be: some sequence that ends in anything but a cold loop: there must be an elsewhere on the else side of the scrim: an opposite world.