sometimes

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sometimes i begin to wonder why you're gone

and sometimes i pretend that it's not my fault,

because sometimes the images running through

my mind are too strong, and i want to kill them;

and sometimes, i have dreams of my younger self,

and sometimes i think daddy's locked away, and

other times i say mummy's not okay and we're all

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apart, and sometimes

              that is not okay,

but some times do not count,

because all-the-times are there to displace them,

until there is  n o t h i n g  left to remember

but mistakes, and  e v e r y t h i n g  to do

but fix them, again and again,

because they are on repeat inside my head.

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