I used to

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I used to think I can trust people
I used to think people care
I used to think everything will always be great
I used to think that if their were gods they would care

But I grew as I grew I watched everyone and even if they hide it from me I knew what they were doing unknowingly to them I knew why mom had so many people here I knew why she had a razor blade I knew why there were scars on her arms

I knew why I always felt Seperated from mom we didn't have the bond like most people would ares werent like how others were as I grew we slowly had a bond my mom didn't really know anything about taking care of me it took until I was 7 or maybe 6 maybe 8 until she knew how to take care of me I was taken away from my mother at 5 or 4 I still remembered it I didn't really know what was going on it was confusing to me maybe this is why I don't like or trust police officers that much?

I really don't know and I don't know why I even made this book I mean I took it down multiple times

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