mama, i made it out of your home alive,raised by the voices in my head.
i remember running down that hill, or up and down the streets. T'was a dead end.
It was the end of the road for me, or rather even the end of the map,
you know.
I was craving to find answers that were known to no soul.
taking a final step to the peak of the edge, it was easy to see.
the abyss that send me love mails from out of the bottom.
those who knew me, seen me from the point of the glee, but i wonder if it was sorrow.
mama, i made it out of your home alive, raised by
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