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"Back at the edge, Back at where Iʼm running from."
Back at the cold, dark, and the loneliest place ever, Where the night seemed to end forever. And where demons are becoming stronger as I get so much weaker. Back in a same old empty room, covered in a suffocating gloom.
I stare blankly at the corner, Itʼs where I used to hide From the so-called family who probably just wants me to die. Why do they call this“home”, When it doesn't really feel like one? When living in it almost feels like living in the danger zone? And when a room for me will forever remain unknown?
I keep on running away, just to find a place to belong to. But my feet are coward, it's true. For they keep on avoiding rescue, And follows only this path, so blue, taking me back to the place I hate the most too. Made me think, maybe I'm better off here, 'Cause there's no place for me, anyway.
Back at the edge. Back at where Iʼm running from. Back at home that doesn't feel like one.
