i'm sitting sweating out some sickness with my norwegian relatives
wondering what it would be like to have lived lives like they lived
sleeping regularly no screaming fights no cleaning up puddles of puke off the linoleum no depression
these people talk about careers and the place they like to get their coffee and that time they went to a yankees game
i'm drinking my fourth cup of coffee eating all of the sweets
i can smell myself through my sweater it's time to leave

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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