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Jan 3
you build them up so high
using my back as a foundation
making me strain under the weight
of this unbearable pressure

isn't there mercy, mother?
even for your own daughter?

but then you'd remind me
nobody invests in failures
birthed from their own incompetence
Written by
daphne  17/F/somewhere in asia
(17/F/somewhere in asia)   
     Lee Jackman and pepper
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