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I was 17 years old when my mother had called me from my room and said that we need to talk, and me being me, I thought she had found out about my bad grades because I was constantly in the counsellors office. When I got down stair, she sat me down on the old cracked leather chair across from her, and said that my father had passed away.
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Hi, I'm Violet, and I'm toxic. Well, I am according to my stepfather. My mother died when I was young. Ever since then, I tried my hardest to be the daughter she wanted me to turn out to be. My stepfather makes that impossible. How can you be the daughter your mother wants you to be when everything turned so badly after she passed away? How can you do that when every night you lay in bed praying something will take you out of this world while you sleep? How can you do that, when everything is just so wrong? Well, I'll tell you how.

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