Beneath The Fog

Beneath The Fog

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All my life, spent thinking, crying, getting hurt and falling in love too fast. I say all my, life yet there is still much to come. 4am i still can't sleep. mum's not gone to bed yet - most likely dancing to herself - in fact i think shes the only one left, everyone left atleast two hours ago. i can hear her starting mamma mia songs. Someone drag the leftovers of my flesh out of this house before it burns. coming down for breakfast was a struggle this morning. as it is every morning slowly taking every step and always tripping on the second from last, getting a bit disorientated, finding my feet again and walking to the special k and my bowl - aparently it's supposed to be a fruit bowl but i never seem to think its enough - "you have the exact same every morning Amie. I'm starting to think its your special ritual or something" "mum a ritual is actually -" i was quickly cut of by my extremely rude mother, but this always happens when i try to jam some sort of knowledge in her brain
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"What...can you please tell me what's going on. Why are you so mad?" she pleaded for answers. Damn she's good. She stood up from the couch and started walking towards me, trying to touch me. "Do you really want me away? Away from you. Like really really go?" she asked me again, acting confused. This time I see tears in her eyes threatening to roll out. I can't. I can't. Why can't she fucking tell me the truth. I literally saw what she did. Really pissed, I started shouting. "YES, I'M BLOODY SURE AIMEE. SO CAN YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE FOR NOW". Reluctantly she turned away from me, walking towards where she left her stuff earlier, sniffling. She took her things and was ready to leave me. I opened the door for her. Almost stepping out from my house, she took my shaking hand by surprise. "You know you can talk to me right. I'm always here for you. Always", she said. It only pissed me more. She stopped at the doorstep turning to look at me. But I was a jerk. Because I fucking shoved her out of my house.

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