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I read my parents to see
the story that's already written inside of me
I called but mom didn't hear
she was out looking for doctors to confirm her fear
We used to hide from Aunt Rose
afraid of her head, we were too young to know
Sometimes I just want to be
without the things already written inside of me
Pick up a pen to cross out and write again
Press on the keys, write out anxieties
Fill up the page; another empty phrase
Something inside or having to comply?
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