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The childhood they lost they tried to give it was flawed and sometimes a pain and it makes it hard hard to remember what they tried to give they never had all that is enjoyed from the fruit of their labor sometimes fraught with holes and sharp points remnants from a trauma that is never processed only ironed over for the sake of another day a better day.
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 10:29 PM UTC
If only there was black and white
The childhood they lost they tried to give it was flawed and sometimes a pain and it makes it hard hard to remember what they tried to give they never had all that is enjoyed from the fruit of their labor sometimes fraught with holes and sharp points remnants from a trauma that is never processed only ironed over for the sake of another day a better day.
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 10:29 PM UTC
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