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I don’t think about it all the time But some of the time it comes to mind and I can’t get it out That time I tried to jump out of a window Ive considered the ways to make it prettier more poetic But like, it wasn’t I tried to jump out of a window and I did it in front of my mom I’ve read a few times that travel would make me better If you’re depressed You should get off the couch You should see the world You won’t feel so bad if you leave the house Well I was still depressed in Florence I did it in front of my mom while we were on vacation in Italy She took my passport away and locked it in the safe I don’t know how to make that poetic She told me I was a witch a **** I don’t know how to make that pretty I couldn’t leave We were on vacation in Italy and I couldn’t leave and she wouldn’t stop So I tried to jump The only pretty part was sitting on the windowsill Her voice was blocked and I felt the breeze on my toes as I dangled and looked down on the soft pink building below I love pink I was free But that beauty ended Brought back into the world her voice begging me to stay and promising to stop She pulled me back in and told me I did it for attention
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
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I don’t think about it all the time But some of the time it comes to mind and I can’t get it out That time I tried to jump out of a window Ive considered the ways to make it prettier more poetic But like, it wasn’t I tried to jump out of a window and I did it in front of my mom I’ve read a few times that travel would make me better If you’re depressed You should get off the couch You should see the world You won’t feel so bad if you leave the house Well I was still depressed in Florence I did it in front of my mom while we were on vacation in Italy She took my passport away and locked it in the safe I don’t know how to make that poetic She told me I was a witch a **** I don’t know how to make that pretty I couldn’t leave We were on vacation in Italy and I couldn’t leave and she wouldn’t stop So I tried to jump The only pretty part was sitting on the windowsill Her voice was blocked and I felt the breeze on my toes as I dangled and looked down on the soft pink building below I love pink I was free But that beauty ended Brought back into the world her voice begging me to stay and promising to stop She pulled me back in and told me I did it for attention
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kjo
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Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
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