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May 2018
I'm up late again
the future haunts my sleep

My family is a mess
they don't love me
I wish I never met them

If only I could drain my blood empty

I know they'll never accept me

I
the golden child
full of joy and life

I'm dying
living my life in hiding
eileen
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eileen
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