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I grew up the daughter whose mother Didn't want her. The daughter of an alcoholic. A melancholy teenager. Whose mother told her daily, Just how useless she was. How much better she should be. I grew up the daughter of the angry town drunk. Whose words were like knives, Directed at my jugular. I grew up with the towns expectation, I'd never go anywhere. Doomed to follow in the haphazard footsteps of my mother. I was raised to love the woman who told me, I wasn't worth a **** I grew up taking care of the woman who never wanted me. Putting out lit cigarettes that had fallen from her Passed out fingers. I grew up the daughter of a mother, who never should have had children. On more nights then not the target for her drunken rage. I grew up the daughter of a woman who hated herself so much, She made sure I hated myself too. I grew up the daughter of a pitiful woman, Who despite it all I still love. I grew up in a life so damaged so early on and for so long, I never thought I'd make it out alive. But, I grew up, To be nothing like the woman who made me.
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Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
Grew Up
I grew up the daughter whose mother Didn't want her. The daughter of an alcoholic. A melancholy teenager. Whose mother told her daily, Just how useless she was. How much better she should be. I grew up the daughter of the angry town drunk. Whose words were like knives, Directed at my jugular. I grew up with the towns expectation, I'd never go anywhere. Doomed to follow in the haphazard footsteps of my mother. I was raised to love the woman who told me, I wasn't worth a **** I grew up taking care of the woman who never wanted me. Putting out lit cigarettes that had fallen from her Passed out fingers. I grew up the daughter of a mother, who never should have had children. On more nights then not the target for her drunken rage. I grew up the daughter of a woman who hated herself so much, She made sure I hated myself too. I grew up the daughter of a pitiful woman, Who despite it all I still love. I grew up in a life so damaged so early on and for so long, I never thought I'd make it out alive. But, I grew up, To be nothing like the woman who made me.
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28/F/Between Here and There
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 10:41 PM UTC
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