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Jul 1
The feeling of losing control.
Avoiding. Suffocating. Wild.
Sleeping is my only escape.
But there, I can't find the light.

Calling my mama's name.
Trying to find help.
It's dark here.
Am I going crazy?  

Oh, my Angel, take me.
Take me when I'm sleeping.
wearing my favorite pajamas.
I don't have any purpose to stay.
Summer Finn
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Summer Finn
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