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Mar 2019
I scream at you
At the top of my lungs

You close the door
Leaving me all alone with my thoughts

I scream
And pound the floor with my fists

My right hand hits something
And I cradle it as I cry

I pull myself into a ball
On the floor

And I wonder why you left
Why you didn’t know that I needed you

You thought I wanted to be alone
But I’ll never want to be alone
If I can be with you
I’m not sure what to call this, any ideas from my wonderful HP friends?
Lye
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Lye  13/Non-binary/home
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