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I don’t know where to start, we need time apart don’t say we’re so much alike, we clash I’m nothing like you Despite what you think, lying isn’t part of my lifestyle You’ve created this “life” that you’ve build on lies this style you’ve formed on others opinions, wants, needs What happened to you? I could say when I was younger I looked up to you wanted to be the mirror image right down to the straight across bangs that was 6th grade. Now it seems like you’re looking down on me, a piece of **** on the shoe just a teenager is what you’ve labeled me one year, and 4 months I’ll be 18 is that when I’ll finally be a someone to you, not only someone but you’re god **** daughter. Yes, I’m young but whats ****** up is I’m convincing you to stop using the internet to meet men Rinsing your hair of bleach, spending a fortune of on skin care Who are you? This is where I begin to preach, theres a breach in the system wires crossed, burnt, n’ broken thus causing an outtage of ******* patience I have for you. Most the decisions you make, boggle my mind you always choose the path less traveled by, voyaging through potholes and quicksand you’re stinking, stuck things won’t change, its to late
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
Dear mom
I don’t know where to start, we need time apart don’t say we’re so much alike, we clash I’m nothing like you Despite what you think, lying isn’t part of my lifestyle You’ve created this “life” that you’ve build on lies this style you’ve formed on others opinions, wants, needs What happened to you? I could say when I was younger I looked up to you wanted to be the mirror image right down to the straight across bangs that was 6th grade. Now it seems like you’re looking down on me, a piece of **** on the shoe just a teenager is what you’ve labeled me one year, and 4 months I’ll be 18 is that when I’ll finally be a someone to you, not only someone but you’re god **** daughter. Yes, I’m young but whats ****** up is I’m convincing you to stop using the internet to meet men Rinsing your hair of bleach, spending a fortune of on skin care Who are you? This is where I begin to preach, theres a breach in the system wires crossed, burnt, n’ broken thus causing an outtage of ******* patience I have for you. Most the decisions you make, boggle my mind you always choose the path less traveled by, voyaging through potholes and quicksand you’re stinking, stuck things won’t change, its to late
written years ago, just found it
luapharas
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
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