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Jul 2020
My mum she wants the worst for me
She wants me out and on the street
I'm not her son that’s what she said
Go find your dad if he's not dead

But my dad he hates my guts
He didn't wanna keep in touch
He never phoned, asked how I've been
Cos through his eyes I'm just dead skin

I'm a no one, I know
I'm like a freak without a show
Been made to feel I don't belong
What the hell did I do wrong?

I feel empty and alone
I wanna place that feels like home
Don't want my family visiting
They make me feel like I'm dead skin.
Darrell Howland
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Darrell Howland  46/M/London
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