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dear God, with a capital G, is their any way i can say this simply? how do i tell mom that i don't know what's wrong with me? that my brain steals locks hides memories
I wish I could love myself  Or know how to forgive oneself  After putting her through so much  So lost her soft touch    Full of fear 
I woke up not being able to breathe. My breaths, quick and short. My mind was racing, trying to understand this new pain I was feeling. I was surrounded by flames, they touched my back but brought no pain.
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