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"Broken home. All alone. Broken home. All alone." She whispered into the silence. She can't fight the feelings of being caught in the middle of it and the wounds aren't healing. She's stuck between the parents. She wishes she had someone to talk to. Someone she could talk to, someone she could confide in. She just wants to know the truth. That's why he was perfect.
Shannon knows her father loves her, but does her father even care? If she's sad or angry? "You were never ever there! When I needed you! I hope you regret what you did!" She thinks she knows the truth. The truth about what's going on inside Sayid's head. His mother did the same to him. Did the same to her.
She's crying day and night now. What's wrong with her? She cannot fight now! She feels like a weak link in a dysfunctional family. Crying day and night. She just can't fight!
She pushes it all back inside! Pushes it inside!
It feels bad to be alone. Crying by yourself, living in a broken home. He could tell it to her so that she could feel it. Depression strikes hard just like his old earth would tell it. To her, her brother, she told him he was the one. Her pain is bottled up and is about to blow like a gun. The stories that she tells are nonfiction, and you can't take them back because they're already done!
She can't seem to fight these feelings. She caught in the middle of this, her wounds aren't healing. She's stuck in between her parents!
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When she's sleeping on the sofa. When she's laying in her Sunday best, when she's turning over Friday, he could swear that he's sleeping less and less . . .
And the ocean is getting warmer, and California's on her mind, Los Andgeles is tired, but they always seem to feel all right. But he won't . . . no he won't . . .
Cause she's already out the door, she's already out of here. She's already gone away . . . already gone away.
When Sayid comes over Sunday and he thinks about her all the time. He wonders what she's doing, he wonders why she never cries! When Boston's always rainging and they never seemed alive. He sung about her once, but he might as well.
But he won't . . . no he won't. Cause she's already out the door. She's already out of here. She's already gone away . . . already gone away . . .
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Please R&R. I don't care if I get flames or not.