Cleaning
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I'm crying in the closet
Over a girl
How Ironic
That now is the moment
That I want my mother most.
I was shaking on the ground
When I started to stop,
I raised my head up
In my mind, there's an empty room
Void of light, of sound,
Of any outside connection,
I only have the faintest memory
Of what it used to be
An echo of despair, and loneliness,
