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Stone Cold
It’s been a while since I talked to them. I can’t even remember anymore. But they really made me fall off the cliff They kicked me out of the house more than enough times and told me I wasn’t welcome there. Just as long as I didn’t “act right” or continued to “act this way.” On top of all the other stones they have thrown at me, they threw that one the farthest and knocked me off the cliff. I’ve tried and I’ve tried. I’ve tried to make it work. I’ve tried to climb my way back. Back onto the cliff. Back to my home. Back to my home where I should belong. Back to my home where I should always feel welcomed, accepted, supported and loved. No matter how “right” or wrong I act. No matter what “way” I act. because that’s where I should be welcomed, accepted, supported and loved no matter what. That’s right. That’s the way it SHOULD be. But it’s not. So they keep throwing the stones at me and I fall off the cliff. Over and Over again. I’m tired of climbing this same cliff over and over again to a place where I’ll never feel welcomed, accepted, supported or loved. There’s no point and there’s no use anymore. It’s over. I’m done. No more. Stones. to throw at me anymore.
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