The fear may be letting it stay as it is, and when they try to do it,
I won't be able to to it myself.
It's just the struggle between the familiar and the right,
and even now I don't know what it going to happen,
and I hate it.
They fought for attention,
whilst THEY fought for food,
and sonetimes I just want to kill those killers.
Found out that no matter how long I'm going to stare and try,
I will never be able to verbalize what I really think or feel,
It's just that words can neven do the right job.
She expects me to do it all on my own.
Almost all wills have been changed,
and I feel like there's no way out, at least.
AGH.
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