Forming, molding, controlling all in the best interests of you. You forget how to speak your truth. Good times, bad times no one remembers you at all in those memories. They only remember their own strength.
You forgive what doesn't soothe. And you think this is home. And the best it gets, the deepest most knowingist.
Even when it hurts and you still feel empty and alone.
You give up on freedom and joy and assume it's just you.
And being friends.
You succumb to the numb facetious bullshit and eat the garbage you never thought you would and you become the trash he said you were from the beginning and you believe you are.
Alone
And nothing
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