Did you forget I was even Alive?
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Last published Tue, Jun 23, 2015
My name is Isabel Faith Lovato . Yes Lovato you've probably heard of my mom Demi Lovato. An inspiration to the world. Helping Millions of people in their daily struggle. As long as I can remember I've always wondered "why does mommy hate me?" My aunt Dallas is more of a mother to me than Demi ever was.
After 13 years
She thinks coming back into my life is easy?
She thinks I'll forgive her?
She thinks I can act as if nothing happened?
She's wrong.
To me Demi Lovato
My "mother"
Is dead to me.
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