Why Can't I just be Happy?
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Last published Tue, Jun 4, 2019
"Sana namatay ka na lang"-galit na galit na sabi sakin ni mama habang dinuduro duro ako
"Dahil sayo nag aaway kami ng papa mo"-dagdag niya
pinapakinggan at sinasalo ko lang lahat ng nga masasakit na salitang binitawan ni mama.........
"Alam mo wala kang kamukha sa mga magulang mo ang tatlo mong kapatid kamukha nila alam mo ba bakit wala kang kamukha sa kanila?dahil ampon ka naiintindihan mo ba ako A-M-P-O-N ka"-sabi sakin ni mommy ang mother ng father ko
tiniis ko lahat ng sakit na dulot nila hanggang sa di ko na kayanin at nagpasya akong gagawin ko lahat para makalayas sa empyernong buhay nato
ako si Keisha Shantel Evans Im now 15 years old and this is my story..........
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