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I don't know where to start..but I guess I'm going to start from the beginning. My mum left me when i was two,then she came back for me. A few years down the line my dad left me, so I guess you could say that I am used to people walking in and out of my life, it's cool though I'm going to get over it, maybe in 2 days,maybe 4 months,shit maybe 5 years. But who cares imma get over it,I have to don't I,that's what they expect right. But I'm only human that feels that hurts,that cries.so let me hold on the last little bit of you I have,this pain is all I have left of you. Don't think this is going to last for ever,at the end of the day God is not going to let me go to my grave without forgiving you. I have a right to hold on to my pain I have a right to resent you for all the times you weren't there, you were supposed to be my knight in shining armour, chase the monsters away, teach me how to ride my first bike. But instead your were the monster I had nightmares about. You turned into everything I hated the most. You left me alone with out even saying good bye, I came home to empty driveway,broken promises and not even a sorry to fill the void that you left behind. Key word 'YOU' I did not ask for any of this,your selfish decisions brought this on. You are like a tornado destroying everything in your presence. leaving behind shards of glass that my mother had to pick up and try to piece together. All that is left is a distort picture that has no value or beauty. All it does is hurt the people that try to go near it.

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