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That was the scariest night

You really gave me a fright

You showed me the reality of it all

Now this is something BIG, not small

You don’t want me to worry

But you are not making me sad, but burring with furry

Don’t  listen to that girl she was baked

She her talk was totally fake

I told myself that I wasn’t going to cry

But I know u want to die

Your parents over reacted

And your mad at how they acted

You practicality raised yourself on your own

Practically since you were born

So why would you need them now

You just don’t see how….

You don’t like all the attention

You hate all of our reactions

You rather nobody know

So that you can deal with your own sorrow

This is your way of crying

As your soul is slowly dying

Your taking pills

I have no Idea how u feel

I think of my past

And how things happened so fast

I just don’t want to be the person

Who everyone put a curse on

I  feel likes its my fault

That your  not feeling life’s sugar but the salt

I don’t want to be the one that let you go

The one who let you give up your soul