I am not good. Not a good, not good
I will not give you my fists, my palms, I will not hit you
I will not forgive, I will not be patient

I will not fall asleep

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You showed me, "This is where I do my laundry," as if I might have cared. You shoved money in my pockets to send me home, turned your chin up in the cold, and told me you felt alone.