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I hate every day of my pathetic life. No one cares that I'm depressed or that I've been hurt most of my life. I've given up on acting to be happy. Now, every day I'm walking around wearing the same black hoodie that I've had since I was twelve. My father barely know I exist they hardly know that I'm their child. I've been having to live through this pain for about fifteen years. I can't even remember a time where I wasn't crying myself to sleep. All I can remember is the times when my drunken father was hurting my mother. I would watch from the top of the stairs where she would tell me that was the safest place to be.
My mother doesn't have to go through that pain anymore because she's the one at the top of the stairs. I've taken her place. She was the only one who told me she loved me. I want to go to the top of the stairs to see her but he keeps me away from her. He said it was my fault she was gone.
