Feeling unwelcome, unwanted, useless and burdensome. There is no space for me here. They can't stand seeing any evidence that I'm around. The one who would be happy to have me home is worlds away, out of reach, out of sight, lost to a better life. They wish I was gone, I wish I was gone. Seems easy then, off I go.
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come visit me. i miss you.
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