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Growing up with a horrible mother, no father and the need for greatness.

Submitted:Mar 3, 2013    Reads: 18    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

You were never around, your love, not enough! You were blinded by your own need. And this need was for WHAT? You know, when your a parent your happiness comes second, you're happiness should come from your child Smile, you're child laughs, oh my God how did i learn this crap. Ill tell you how, it's not gonna be nice, but listen here I'm not Gonna say it twice! I learned from the lack, the missing parts that filled me up with such an empty heart. And now I must say I'm better for this but you've still not learned from all your kids. We were not much to matter! always someone more important then WE! You were blind, yes blind that's all we could see. No love no rule not much to live on, but you're happiness was all that YOU HAD YOU STRIVE ON. how was it fare how was it right to leave your kids alone at night. Barely food to keep them not hungry nore was there ever Any money. No one around, not love for there hearts, and this is the least of all the main parts! Growing up too fast can be so hard, then there's those who never get that far. There's love for you, more than your Heart can hold this you've been missing as we all get old, your sill blind still worried about your own, own needs own life own everything, but not owning up and taking a stand doing what's right giving a fight, just laying down and calling it ALRIGHT come on lady your know what's freaking right


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