I try so hard to be a better person, but I seem to fall flat on my face. I try to hard to become what you want me to be but I can't seem to make you
happy. You are the one who gave birth to me and now sometimes I wish that I wasn't here. My stress levels are through the roof. I can't stand
the fact that you push me away. I try to become a better person, but this simple little question can't even be foud on Google. All I seem to be
able to do is weap over the fact that you are pushing me away. I can never meet you expectations. I'm your daughter, but I don't feel worthy of
that title. Please stop.
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