the cold silver invites me in. as crimson blood drips down my arm, aqua tears roll down my face. you dont understand my pain. you dont think before you say those seemingly harmless things. why is it hard for you to understand i cant handle the screaming, the fighting, the hurtful slurs? why dont you become my mom instead of a non-trusting, childish, bitch, who thinks she knows everything about everyone? i never gave you a reason to not trust me. whats your fucking deal?
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