The things behind us, are my personal belongings. The room that owned everthing i loved. the place where, i sit and relax by my lonesome self. My parents promised me that they weren't gonna touch my stuff, that everything was going to be there when i came back, exactly how i left it. Well that didnt last long! gave that huge as room to my brother and cousin. why? i dont fucking know. the place that i felt was mine..i no longer have. why go home now. its stupid because they tell me to get over it..okay your not the one feeling like u no longer exsist. thats some bull shit..my bed isnt even up any more. fuck it or what im over it..
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