I did it, I got out.
It’s so sticky, I don’t know how I got out.
It still doesn’t feel like I’m out.
Can’t get all of the stickiness out.
No one understands, no one is listening.
I’m drowning it’s so sticky
No one cares, until its too late
How can I get out ?
I got out, that means I’m out.
What is a trauma bond?
How can i give it back? Take it back.
Everything's changed, nothing is ever the same.
Will it go back to before? Or have I changed too much?
I can see the light at the end, maybe.
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