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Nov 2022
I have never felt like a failure until now
I am a whole mother. Not a child.
It hurts and I am trying my hardest to stop this pain. But everything needs me and I need to stop this pain.
I will forever be confused at the choices that I make.
It is not my fault. In fact a fault is not what to call it.
This is a cycle
There is no support
Who traded our family for money?
The american dream was more important and now I go to bed with no support
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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   Cody Smith
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