Is this all I have left? No home, just a house full of painful memories; past, present and future. The people I call Mum and Dad are trying to prove their love and can't give any examples. My only blood relative has such a temper that they can harm me without any rational thoughts. I spend my nights afraid of this demon in my room taunting me, feeding off my pain. If the only comfort I have is in a stuffed toy, what hope is there? I see no happy ending, I can't believe in my prince. All the love I see is ruined, or just plain non existent. There is this itching that I want to scratch' fear that I can't stop.
Is this all I have left?????
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