Dear Mother.,

Dear Mother..

Look what you have done. Look what you have made. Look at what you made to be exactly like you.

The problems that I face, the way that I am, is all because of you.

you made me what I am.

And because of how you’ve programmed me, and brought me up..
I’m a mess.
& I don’t know how to change it.
I don’t know how to be anyone but the thing that I’ve seen bring me up.

I know your life has been hard.
& I understand that.

Because of how you are. Is how I am.

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