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I think she was always sad I know this from the way she shut herself in. Called me her home. Never acknowledge how we were a part of a bigger hole. I think she was always different I know this from the way she pruned her imperfections. Called me her cage. Never said what made her hide herself away. I think she once loved her brother I know this from the way once came inside. Called him in. Never described him with distaste. I know she will one day be okay I think this because I can't take away the thing I once caged. Called her human. Never will be able to take away her pain.
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC
the room talks back
I think she was always sad I know this from the way she shut herself in. Called me her home. Never acknowledge how we were a part of a bigger hole. I think she was always different I know this from the way she pruned her imperfections. Called me her cage. Never said what made her hide herself away. I think she once loved her brother I know this from the way once came inside. Called him in. Never described him with distaste. I know she will one day be okay I think this because I can't take away the thing I once caged. Called her human. Never will be able to take away her pain.
The room that held my broken promises said something today.
#house#family#hope#girl#teenage#growth#depression#sad#lonely#change
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Worthless_soul
F/Seattle
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC
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