Where should I go?
Who should I call for?
When should I leave?
Is it too late?
Is it too soon?
Will it make any difference now?
Why I can't feel ok?
Why can't I fucking make it stop?
Wish I could just stop.
I miss me.
When I'm lost in my head, When there's that fog in my mind, I need to remember who I am. So I hold my mother and cry, Hoping some ...
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