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Touch the spoils of me Such few feel left kids in africa have a worse life then you so quit CRYING The verbal knives she throws into me Seemed to have bore all the fun away Why don't you LOVE me anymore she asks me in such a tone sending guilt through the hair on my toes meanwhile she denounces me at every corner this is NOT good enough it never was good enough not even the straight As the hours I spent trying to make her happy again were never good enough you are so LAZY just like your father those words have stinged my teeth and wrapped braces of anger around its not my fault I was born like him Chris what is WRONG with you I cannot figure this out mom as to why im so different maybe i was born wrong god had chose me to live beyond understanding stop playing the VICTIM oh poor chris his life is terrible i grew up the victim of your disgrace and tears the victim is the only thing I know I am stop crying and be a MAN only existing knowing words of my failures none of my successes how else is a 15 year old supposed respond you don't have any FRIENDS mom i had reinvented myself for you and yet you cannot even think of me I am just a terrible MOTHER no mom you are not terrible its all my fault
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
born wrong
Touch the spoils of me Such few feel left kids in africa have a worse life then you so quit CRYING The verbal knives she throws into me Seemed to have bore all the fun away Why don't you LOVE me anymore she asks me in such a tone sending guilt through the hair on my toes meanwhile she denounces me at every corner this is NOT good enough it never was good enough not even the straight As the hours I spent trying to make her happy again were never good enough you are so LAZY just like your father those words have stinged my teeth and wrapped braces of anger around its not my fault I was born like him Chris what is WRONG with you I cannot figure this out mom as to why im so different maybe i was born wrong god had chose me to live beyond understanding stop playing the VICTIM oh poor chris his life is terrible i grew up the victim of your disgrace and tears the victim is the only thing I know I am stop crying and be a MAN only existing knowing words of my failures none of my successes how else is a 15 year old supposed respond you don't have any FRIENDS mom i had reinvented myself for you and yet you cannot even think of me I am just a terrible MOTHER no mom you are not terrible its all my fault
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
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