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whom just sacrificed her
third child to ideals far beyond reach. The one whom starves until just beyond sanity, melting into the gingham at this lovely space we should be enjoying—but, instead, are borderline arguing as to whether Valium and espresso with a thirteenth cigarette and the first meal in days is the best option to get through tonight. Arguing because you want me to understand that you need to walk asleep for the next 72 hours and I think you need to eat and you agree to disagree with me… but can I just please understand. You 

whom I visit despite my own needs because you found me when I needed you and now I see it’s you whom is in need of something far greater than we. 

You who’s lost all faith.