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by xbrokinxlillxgirlx Jul 21, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Months now I have spent with things packed ready to move Things r out of control No body cares As i move to my dads I walk in the door with bags Dad put his arms around me My dad tells me we have are family now I cry and cry No one loved me in awhile I found my way back home My fight stops here No more new people No more new thigns Just me and my dad After all these years My journey left me right back home to him