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Sep 2021
You controlled my childhood
Scarred I would be alone
Scarred of what home would be like after school
Scarred that
no one could love me

Now you have your hold me once more
The unknown possibilities
All magical
All terrifying
All too high for me...

You control my dreams
And make walking up a hassle.


But remember this

Once the cracks appear
Once the chance is given
You will not control me
And I will be free from you
once again
Writing of the Unknown
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