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Your Lies, My Truth.
you tell me i am precious to you. i am not your currency. you tell me the circumstances are beyond our control. but i control everything, every breath, every word that leaks from my mouth. you made me this way, shaped me from wax, using knives and tears to make scars in my form. you tell me you have loved me, forever, and until your dying day. these words slither from your tongue. you could never have loved me, its not something thats easy to do. you dont care what path my life takes, you dont know what i have been forced into. you dont want love, you want control. you don't want a daughter, you want a follower. i have accepted that i have no mother, that i was created by life's sick fantasy. i wanted to love you, when there was still a chance. so don't lie to me anymore, don't tell me that it doesnt have to be this way. it does. dont thank god for me. there is no god. and i am just a curse, because i hurt you. you preach that you have room for me in your heart, that you think of me everyday. and i think of you, in the morning when i wake, and in the night when i rest my head. nothing can ever be easy, or understandable. in my heart, there are only cracks and cobwebs where you might have been before. it throbs and convulses, refusing love. i couldnt love anyone, not if i tried. not if i wanted.
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