Home’s calling

Home’s calling
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Please, please answer me, please tell me where you are.

I can’t handle this anymore it’s tearing me apart.

I can no longer do a thing without worrying about you.

Thinking of a way to find and save you is all I can try,

I must do this otherwise I die inside.

This crushing weight of worry and guilt follows me everyday.

It gives me no rest and fills me with utter failure & shame.

Stop doing this it’s not worth it,

if this is a game fine..I forfeit..you win.

Now come back please put an end to my misery,

so my conscious can finally lay its head and sleep.





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