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Often times I find my self searching for the right thing to say that’ll make everything okay.
But I think those words ran and hid, just like I did when I was a kid. Deprived of love and comfort while surrounded by pain and aggression. I can’t help but wonder what my life would be like without this cloudy perception.
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