I have food water and a roof over my head
Then why do i feel guilty for wanted to run away
Just me and my loneliness
Are enough to make my mind a mess
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I have food, water and a roof over my head
But i still wish for more
Not luxuries
But to be able to find narnia's door
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I have food, water a roof over my head
And i still can't find the motivation to get out of my bed
Staring at the ceiling
I wish I could start my trauma healing
