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tyjhtysj Jan 2015
her
Don’t blame her for her reaction
Because for her it is her mission
It the mission that she have to go thru the different fashion and drug addiction to say stop these way is my life nation
Don’t tell her that she is doing wrong  
Coz she don’t need someone to tell her right and wrong
Since you can’t ask a mirror who is in the mirror when you standing in front of the mirror
You can’t tell her to be in the right lane when her father wish at her birth to be these female who became a few male
But leaving her at eight years old showing the wrong of few male which for her was all male.
You can’t tell her the right and wrong
when her mother decide to take her anger of separation with her husband on his daughter.
The fact she can bear accept that he left her not because of their daughter.
Was funny when the mother is the one that welcomed and loved him until he said I change my mind.
(Let go back to the daughter) A Meeting to discuss for her prospective changes.
Ignoring the affective stations.
When all she doing is reflecting their true colours.  
So they decide to accept her as ruined behaver then gifted mirror.
And they told her that everything bad is  fault I think they also told her that her name is bad too but anyway it was at these moment that she hit her first mission and that was that I my and me are her mirror.
But it was late hit,, since they give her birth their excuse it is their right to turn her life bearing.
So they told her their happiness is her happiness they promised marring him is better finding herself by her self
But since she was born mirror she decide to reflect
But deep down she knew it was mistake
She just was too late to say it out loud because she was under age
But for next female I am using these to tell her time is change.
bluevelvet Nov 2017
Let's talk about depression
And genetic resemblances

I get my unflattering resemblance from my father,
My mental illnesses from my mother
My addictions?
Well they course through both sides

I'm not on the verge of paranoia anymore
Or maybe it's just like,
If you want to **** me
Go for it
I feel completely dead and alone
And you might think it's narcissistic but
I know very few would attend my funeral

I had this strange behaver
I used to tell people all these sweet things,
And I meant them because
I wanted people to feel good for themselves
But I also just wanted people to grow feelings for me

To prove there was something
Worth seeing in me

And the absolute tragic thing is?
I know someone would hold my hands
While they shake
They won't second guess why
I can't look at their face

But I just have this nagging feeling
That they will disappear because
They won't see anything worthwhile in me
Like every boy has before

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