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Jun 9
I sit alone
In my bed
Wrapped in a blanket, four walls, and a beautiful home
I have never felt so alone
Will I ever get better?
I want to slice the pain into my arms
and a mother who loves me
and for someone I could talk to
literally anyone
I am drowning and I am begging for help
Written by
Ria
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