You say something's wrong with me.
I eat too much, so I have an eating disorder.
I bite my lip, so I have an attitude issue.
I get anxious easily, so I have a mental problem.
Sure mummy, something is wrong with me.
But you, EVERYTHING is wrong with you.
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Defenseless Against The Beast
PoésieNo one could snuff the light out of her. Well, no one but her abusive, narcissistic, vindictive swine of a mother.