MOM SAID SHE IS SCARED OF THE BEDBUGS I SAID THEY'RE JUST IN YOUR HEAD AND PLEASE DON'T IRON MY KNEES THEY ALWAYS CREASE ON THE SEAM THE ONLY SECRET SHE KEPT FROM ME WAS WHAT THEY SECREATED IN HER CRANIUM SHE THINKS SHE IS DEAD AND I ASKED HER IF SHE REMEMBERED THAT RED DRESS SHE WAS BURIED IN DO YOU THINK I'M BRAIN DUMB WHY YES BUT IN A CHEERY WAY SAD SONGS DON'T MEAN NOTHING TO ME I'M SORRY FOR TREADING ON THE NEIGHBOR'S PROPERTY THE WALK WAY WAS COVERED IN MUD WELL THEY ARE TIRED AND WAITING FOR YOU TO SAY SOMETHING
Reason for writing:
I WAS JUST TALKING TO MY MOM'S SPIRIT THAT DOESN'T KNOW IT'S DEAD
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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