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Jen

Jen

Fuck It

It feels much less like a kick in the stomach,

but a slap in the face,

I would say ‘fuck it’,

but it wouldn’t adequately represent the grace,

that was lacked in,

several words,

and several lines,

that never got to me—

not this time.

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