It Wasn't My Mistake

It Wasn't My Mistake

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"Look at the type of clothes she wears" "Look at the people she hangs out with" "Look at her, she's the one responsible for whatever has happened" "AAAH! CAN YOU PLEASE STOP IT! IT WASN'T MY MISTAKE" I scream but.. ************************************ It was perfect before few weeks, everybody used to love me, but now, its all my mistake? JUST BECAUSE I AM A GIRL, ITS MY MISTAKE? NO, IT ISN'T
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Consumed

I've always believed I can make a difference. The faith I have in this is unwavering. When I came home on my tenth birthday to find my mother's fragile mental state swinging into crazed, I still believed I could help. I thought it was a problem of my making, and I've lived my life trying to remedy the mistake every since. Never mind that I don't know what I did. Never mind that she hits me and yells. Forget the fact that I sometimes want to die because I feel so worthless. Ignore all of that because this one idea is all I can think about. Making a difference in her life and others' lives consumes me. But will it destroy me too? Maybe. Maybe not. I'll find out when I reach the breaking point. As to where that point is? Only time will tell. The only thing I know for sure anymore is that I have to try to make up for my sins, whatever they are. And until I do that, I doubt I'll ever find my peace.

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