"Please look at me! I'm begging you mama! Don't stop being my mother.."

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"My teeth are yellow,
Hello world.
Would you like me better,
Of they were
White,
Like yours?"
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"Mama..?" Aiden mumbled, tugging on his mother's dress. "What?!" She hissed, covering her phone with her hand. "Can you play with me? Please?" He pleaded. His mother sighed, shoving him off of her. "Maybe later.." Aiden smiled, baring this teeth. His mother was going to play with him! "Ew.. stop smiling like that. It's creepy." She demanded.

Aiden's face fell, as he let go of her dress.

What?

Creepy?

Why..?

What did i do?

Aiden ran to his room.

It was barely decorated.

A few toy cars, and a white, clean bed.

Tears spilled from his eyes.

"Why doesn't mommy love me?"

"What did i do?"

"What's wrong with my smile?"

The boy frowned, looking to the floor.

His parents would

Never,

Ever,

Love him.

He was a useless child.
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"Shame, shame, shame on you.
I need an alibi,
To justify,
Or somebody to
Blame."

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