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I want to cry,
but tears won’t come,
only the sensation of panic greets me.
I want to scream,
but the fire that burns inside
resists.
I want my blade,
but something always stops me,
before I draw blood.
I want a real family,
but I know I won’t find it here.
I crave relief,
from the pain,
hopeless feelings,
and sorrow,
but I can’t bring myself to take action.
