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Apr 2015
Because it's 4 a.m. now,                                                             ­                           

I am outside my house tonight,                                
Sitting in my tree,                                                            ­                                      

Knowing of all the things that are not alright,                                                  
      ­                            knowing I'm trapped with my own thoughts,
                             of self hate,                                                          
                and my only friend right now,
                                  is a ******* tree,  
                          Because they don't have cell service
                or phones,                                          
                             Because they never had a humanoid option
                                      even on man,
                             so while you sleep thinking
I'm fine,                    
           Know that it was a lie,                                                          
an­d I may think                      
of all the ways                                                             ­   
to                                                              ­                                    
go                          ­                                                          
die,                                                            ­                                          
but to leave the world                                                            ­    
       I can't have anyone on my side
and the tree is on my side,                                        
                   ­             and does a good job
                                                                ­             at pretending
                                                                ­                                             to be you,
                                                            ­                                telling me      
                                                        ­       I should of,
                                                             ­                                   just      
                                                                ­                             talked
                                                                ­                    to you.        
                                                                              but,                 
                                                I lied
                                                to you                
                     instead.  
I'm sorry,
my possible                          
friend.* 
____________________
just a little thing I wrote one night and typed up finally *** it almost faded off my arm x.x
Cat Fiske
Written by
Cat Fiske  United States
(United States)   
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       Earl Jane, brandon nagley and Cat Fiske
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