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I am being held hostage in chicago by my parents.
they won’t let me go back to atlanta because my mom keeps having dreams that I get sick 
i’m not sure how much longer I can take it here 
I can feel my life fading away
i’m not sure what outside even looks like anymore
and nobody caresssssss
nobody
not one person
for the sake of my mental health I have to fly back
i’m losing track of the days
is it march ? is it april ?
I don’t know 
atlanta oh atlanta how I miss you so much 
hold on i’m getting a phone call
it’s my apartment calling me back
whoever idea it was for me to come to chicago for spring break can kiss my ass
i’m losing it in here
they don’t even feed me here 
I have to cook for myself
that’s so selfish
I forgot what the sun feels like on my skin
AHHHHHHHHHHH
