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Sep 2012
My mother told me I was no good.
Never enough, not pretty enough,
Not servile enough.
I knew I was the number two.
I knew that her love for me was not the same as my sister.
She told me it, and she showed me it.
I gave her all my love,
But she treated me like absolutely nothing.
Incessantly, and that's fine.
I'm glad she's dead.
Loren Mercier
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