living under my mother’s roof again and i’ve turned into the storybook train.. “i think i can. i think i can. i think i can. i think i can…” flash backs to the discovery of truth and how it makes you all dizzy inside and out. how could you do this to me? but you already did – multiple times and i stood on the curb with the dog and a suitcase as you did nothing.
no fighting.
no begging.
no nothing.
and that’s how you made me feel – like nothing. so here i sit on a bed with no place for you. and i fumble through thickets of pain and fear – just to function. a smile equals victory this week.
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