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she came this morning,

my mother.

i heard the conversation between her and the glasses man.

'he needs you' that glasses man said.

she chuckled and replied,

'but i don't need him'

she looked at me and left.

the glasses man sighed and looked at me with sympathy drawn on his eyes.

he escorted me back to my room and leave me alone.

about the conversation earlier,

i knew she didn't need me,

hate me,

and didn't love me.

but why am i crying?

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