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The Loser the Freak the Bum
That is my choice, not yours. You chose to do the damage you did. You chose to use your power over your kid. Trust is alien to me. Trust someone who was supposed to love unconditionally? Did it just get too much? The threats made to lose touch! The pain and damage you refuse to see. Pain and damage living inside of me. ‘Get over it’ they say? It’s in the past now anyway. Perhaps it’s all just me? Never wanting to be free. Never wanting to live a normal life? I must hate myself so much just to survive! So don’t pretend to own any aspect of me. You gave me life and that don’t mean Jack sh#t to me. When my life I was prepared to let go. This is my life now, this is my home so you know. The small kitten that starts off so weak. Can’t see, can’t feed, can’t speak. Learns the lessons of the truth. Find care for yourself, look after yourself, no one cares for you. ‘Cos in the end when tomorrow don’t come you’ll still be the loser, the freak, the bum.
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