As my day comes to near i can't help but fear now realizing im trapped knowing no way of going back i know i couldn't possibly understand what has landed me here is i sit in the attic i once loved with only the blanket with a cut in the calf ive been here 4 sundays time has past all i have to breathe is a small empty glass everytime you drive away i finally let out my breathe today is Sunday i pray for the best to not make you angry or not make you sad you only give me rice it now feels like glass my once favorite foods are now my distant pass my tummy hurts but I'll know it'll pass i hear you unlock the door and i install start to get cold i miss my mommy i cant help to say but i know this is for the best so i shall wait does miss me and knows im here why didn't she come get me has she disappeared? My tummy hurts for the 4 sunday but id rather eat rice then wish to see him
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