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by `55`pillz, my Aime.
Covered in a bed sheet Sitting between four walls Learning that's not love they give; childhood's too hard to live. I'm letting cold pass through me. It's the thing they taught me best I still live those haunted nights when nothing let me rest. Lifeless place I called shelter Empty rooms I called my home Remind me what they always felt when they heard me ask for help Bed never felt so warm They never told a story They never gave a kiss goonight I guess they didn't think I'd worry. Mother would you listen? Father please just try Let me tell a story about a dream of mine.
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