They always made sure to tell me I wasn’t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
belief er mother lives in anguish, one, two many times
Her soal once lost, it is now paralyzed
My heart aches, wreck less anger resides within me
I shall not fight, it only warrents despair and furry
I grow depressed, but I must not give into fear
We ran away…