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I go back to my old homes and feel wierd being there...Everything's changed. Ye dont realise how drastically things change when you're not around. And coming back is almost like a slap in the face.
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It's not so much the pain
It's more the actual knife
Pretending the picture is perfect
I cut myself to sleep
I close my eyes for a second
And curse my fragile soul
I scream to hide that I'm lonely
The echo calls my name
*ANIMAL CRACKERS*
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