Through The Looking Glass Comments

Sometimes I look inside and see, there's the scared little girl that I use to be. The nightmares hide inside those walls, the cries that echo down those halls. The yelling voices that broke the nights, the pillow shield that muted the fights. Scared to move, don't want to be seen. Why do they have to be so mean? Take another pill to blur them out, just one more shot to silence the shouts. Don't want to be here right now. Just have to get away somehow.
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