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Jan 2014
i need to scream
i need to run
but i am so sick of my voice
i lay here, writhing in my own darkness.

i lack the ability to understand
why caring is such a shunned thing
it's okay to care
it's great to care

so why, i wonder, do you overlook it?
why don't you care about anything?

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I HAVE LOST MYSELF I HAVE LOST ALL MEANING I CANNOT GO ON BELIEVING IT'S WRONG TO CARE I HAVE SUFFOCATED THE PART OF ME THAT WAS ONCE ATTACHED TO YOU I HAVE DISCARDED WHAT ONCE ATTACHED ME TO MY FAMILY SIMPLY BECAUSE I CARE.
i cannot wait until I'm old enough to join the mission and get out of this god-forsaken small town
Autumn Stone
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Autumn Stone  Oregon
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