Count mother, father, sister, me.
Now subtract one.
Does it matter?
Divorce,
As common as my dried tears,
Becomes less ominous.
What was once so painful
Has grown numb.
The bomb you dropped
Has finally cooled.
Like a scar
The invisible pain is betrayed by a map.
Alas,
My layers are thin.
**freshmen year
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