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my boy, we don't see each other much

where have you gone
where have you gone
what have they done with you
i just want you home
because it’s lonely here and everyone else
is getting on my nerves

i dreamt
you were locked away
unable and
unwilling
to speak to me
and they are just dying to keep us apart

how long has it been since we talked
how long has it been since we’ve seen each other
will we still be friends
will you again refuse to talk to me because i am the “cause”

you tried to kill yourself
for, what,
the fifth(?)
time
and it was my fault
because we tried to save our friend’s life
but she disapproved of our efforts
and in turn my mom somehow found out about the many lies
you told
(or were they truths
that just got mutated through the neural receptors of so many people)

your mom said that you were doing great
you don’t want to live in the darkness anymore
and i want to help you into the light
even if i get left behind
because you deserve better than this
and it might take some time
but somewhere down the line
we won’t be alone
anymore

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