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someone once told me
that i was scared to be alonealways next to my phonei couldnt face the fearalways wanting someone nearcos when im alonealways next to my phonei go down memory lanethe route of painangry men a women cryinghope constantly dyingchildren seeing this hatescared of their own fatehiding in the bedroomthe house of fear full of gloomthe window is nearwhen will all disapearsomething new everyweekendalot of pain to remmenda mum mentally illa needle and a pilla cider and a liethe children never knew whyshe was crazy and sicklooking back i didnt realise iti didnt know wrong or rightjust a a ugly sightso when im aloneim close to my phonecos i dont want to go down memory laneand see my loved ones in painim surprised im not deadafter all the pain i shedim shocked my brother is aliveafter his fucked up lifeso yes im weak but yes im strongas long as im loved and hugged
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