Unhappiness *

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I was once seen as a treasure,

I was once the only attention,

I was once the only child,

Until she came along,

At first I was happy,

But that went away,

For I was invisible,

After she came,

Imperfection was the cost,

I couldn't believe I was in the chaos,

I cried every night,

Because I felt more broken inside,

I found I wanted my mother,

But she pushed me away,

So I broke our close bond,

Just so I could be depressed,

I hated myself that day,

And so did the rest.

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