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Denial Cushioned by parental guilt Can't see through the walls I've built Live in the real world. Talking to me? None so blind, as cannot see CDs missing, what's going on? It wasn't me, I'm your son Hysterical laughter, mobile phones Late night callers, muted tones Enormous phone bills, you must pay Get a job, I've tried today Can't get out of bed it seems Lost inside a world of dreams Yes, I'm eating, watch me, Mum Skin and bones, a skeletal bum Don't ask, I lie, that's what I do I hear you, now I know it's true. A Son

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