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Go with her. Leave me alone. Get over it. I will fly away. You can stay. I won't be here. I have my own agenda. It doesn't include you. My eyes are closed to you. My ears cannot hear you. My mind doesn't remember you. My voice does not to speak to you. You cannot see me. I am not there. I no longer care. I have no faith in you. You have lost me. You are lost. I have found myself. I don't belong here. I'm not from the hills or the valley. Or not from the country or the mountains. On this planet. I come from garbage. From the wastelands. My home is a toilet. A sty. A trash heap. A landfill. My family is trash. No money No education No careers. No life. No hope. No chance. no escape. With child rape. Poverty and disgust. Mold and crust. Ignorance and hatred. And disgust. Clutter & stench. The head of house pees on herself. Sagging boobs & wrinkled skin. Racist opinions & pathetic waste of space. Faded clothes. Nobody that anyone knows. A yard of dirt. Peeling paint. Dust, Mold, & rust. Splintering wood. Gates with no locks. Faucets without knobs. A toilet that don't flush. The front door that's jammed shut. A clogged sink. Roaches & flies. Broken walls and shattered windows. A ghetto. A dump. A sh*t hole with no food. Nothing but an empty vacant void. Of trash, garbage, & dust. It needs fire to disappear to erase. To ash. Eliminate waste to make more space. For a garden in a vase. For our eyes to taste.