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Re: Say something you wish you could say to their face. -
January 28th 2014, 03:22 PM
You just asked if I was mad at you. Well, what do you think? It kind of hurts when I need you, when I actually need you. And when I peered through the doorway of your bedroom, your son was there with you. As he always is. I watched for a while before you could notice, and then slipped back out. Why can you be there for them, but not for me?
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers
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