Getting Out of St. Louis

I miss my kids

I miss my home

Why must I be here?

So utterly alone....

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I miss my Mom

I miss my Dad

How did I turn into this?

When did I get so bad?

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I miss my school

I miss my job

I've broken down

I sob and sob

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I miss real food

I miss my bed

Would anyone care

If I was found dead?

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I miss my family

I miss my friends

But like all good things

It eventually ends

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I miss my independence

I miss being in control

I want it all back

Getting out is my goal