She makes me feel like i don't even existed that I'm just a big screw up in life
that i can never do anything rite that I'm always wrong.that i'm not god enough to be your child, yes i may make dumb mistakes that i should have thought through, but just because a mess up you say im done and can never do anything or go anywhere again, if i wasn't here would it make you fell good about yourself.would wake up and be the same person you was before i left would you yell
would you swear
would you do what you do to me to my lil brother come on now im just a kid stricter parents than you don't even do what you do.can you give me another chance but no you want me to be a perfect angle no im an imperfect angle and i will make dumb mistakes and do the wrong thing but talk to me instead of blowing up in my face all i want is a second chance i want you to be the mother you use to be and show the love and encouragement.I love you but sometimes i just wan to hall off and leave but, for some reason my mind tells me to stay.Your very lucky
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