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A Poem b4 counting sheep 🐑
As I lie awake in the middle of the night, my mind wanders. Awakened to the darkness of the truth. The wrong people are in charge. Always keeping the light on, taking more than their fair share of the resources. I lie awake. Little things, big things, imaginary things, keep me awake. X
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Censored: parents just don’t understand..
Sigh. How did I find myself here? I’ll tell you how. And no, I’m not BLAMING my parent for anything.. I’m acknowledging harm done. I’m acknowledging trauma and drama passed down from generations. Parents ought to understand that the trauma and pain and misunderstanding you went through as a kid, was half their fault. They…
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