My Poem
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Sorry if it's pretty corrupted...I was going through hard times then, and I sorta still am. But I was writing this to let my feelings out, and I never planned on publishing it. But I've finally decided that, I shouldn't keep them in any longer...and people think that I was either never depressed or I'm not depressed now, but my mom, and some certain...... un-spoken reasons have changed that.... Only a few know that I've ever had..emotional problems, and I regret telling them, because now, it seems that they think I'm incapable of being a true friend or somebody to truly love. And a person that.... I can't do this, just read it.
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You're a teenager with the love of dancing. As a child, you competed in community dancing competitions with all your friends. Your mother and father supported your love for dancing all the way. Your father would even dance with you sometimes just to spend time with his little girl! Then, one disastrous night when you were thirteen, you and your parents were driving home from your fifth national competition. You won first place, and everyone in your family was proud of you. It began to rain and visibility was decreasing. A drunken driver wasn't paying attention to where you and your family were going, and the drunken driver crashed head on into the vehicle. Your mother didn't make it. A year later, your father became more alcoholic and abusive. He was very devastated over your mother's death just as you were. He kept telling you it was all your fault that your mother died. It is currently three years after your mother's death, and you're sixteen years old. Your father got another woman, and you have a little step sister now. Your father and step mother finally made the decision to send you to a foster family, and that's where you went.

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