I stood in my ghetto pad clutching a slip of paper. A grocery list written by a person from my past..I had turned to him and asked him for help..his advisor was abusive to me and I asked him if he was willing to step in to stop the abuse
He was not. He did not.
I was reluctant to dispose of the paper because he was deceased and I thought that added more value
to the paper.
Maybe I added more value to the paper then he did to me
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