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Jan 2020
I could scream my lungs out
But she won't get me
I could cry my tears out
But still ... She won't get me
I could
I could
Yes ... I could
But I won't.
What's the use?
She won't get me anyway.
Just jow I've been feeling about my mom.  It's like we're so detached yet attached all at the same time. Sometimes i just feels like she won't understand me as much as i wish she would.
LonerInTheCrowd
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LonerInTheCrowd  20/F
(20/F)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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