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Ayla Garcia Jun 2015
I through the word Love around like its meaningless, because to me it is.
      I don't remember what real love feels like.
      I see it in my aunts eyes when she looks at her children, but I don't feel it.
      So I don't know when to say it and when not to.
      No one here shows me love.
      I feel like a burden to there everyday lives.
      I stay in my room so I don't annoy them.
      I keep my mouth shut  so I don't annoy them.
      I don't talk back I keep to my self, but still I am a burden to him and his presous son.
     I can't do anything right anymore.

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