The fortunately unfortunate.
When I sit in the middle of my room I let darkness consume me once more Feeling the coldness that the wind brings Makes my mind feel at ease But a question suddenly slipped "Where do I run when my parents are gone?" It hit me to the core When they finally served their purpose I'll never have a home to run to No one to call when I need to Just my shadow longing to be two
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