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I wish I would have known before.
You say I'm not listening. You say I don't care. Then when I'm not around you throw your hands into the air. But your the one I go to, your the one I trust. Your the one who's opinion is a must. If I really wasn't listening, If I really didn't care, Then I don't think I'd follow you from here to there. Your my best friend, my brother at most. Your the one who's shoulders are my coldest tears host. You say I'm to controlling, You say I'm a mess. But what you don't get is inside I'm a wreck. I try not to yell, I try not to scream, but everything I've done, comes back on me. I try to be good, I try to be clean. But its never enough for my soul to be redeemed. I know I left. I know I walked away. But back again I am. And here I stay. I felt like I could trust you, I felt like you cared. but now all I feel is unprepared. I wish I'd known this was coming. I wish I'd known before. I would have never walked threw that door.
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