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when i was a little boy, my father shot himself in

the head every morning before i went to school.

he only had one eye.

is your love a rainbow?

do you sing out loud when you are alone?

are you growing? is everything ok?

are you growing in the garden of i don’t know?

i was angry. i didn’t mean to be so loud. i was just

like whatever. i was crowded.

i did something bad.