Fault. It always has to be someone's fault, and recently it always seemed like it was his. He came into the world in a flash, all quick moving yet boring. The world remained that way, nothing still yet nothing interesting. Everything is always changing, but never for the better. Mother always looking to blame, always needing someone to feel guilt, and someone was always him. Saying things like, "Is it because of me? Are you doing this to get back at me for something?" Always twisting it to be about her. There's been few consistent things in this world, and this was always one- Never take the blame. Always point fingers and never admit you did wrong. It's difficult to admit you were wrong when no-one else will. He was born, he was loved, he got older, and the love stopped. Unconditional my ass.All Rights Reserved
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