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This is stuck in my throat.
Caught on the thorns that stick out of my chest.
I cry every blasted day on the way home.
Driving back to this lonely house
Memories of you
Wishing I could just lay next to you
I canít sleep in my bed cause you not here.
I canít shake the pain of these last 365 days
Itís started when I left and the nightmare never ended
Wake me up
Please
I got my bags and Iím ready to leave
How do I say Iím effed up to this day
Without you Iím empty
You think Iím happy
Iím glad the mask works
Happiness.....insert emoji face
Keep the kid happy and never stop going....



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