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Foul Langu

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lways a

calling out for them and tried to catch up and make them notice me but no

decided no to let go. I didn't let go, I clutched and told myself not to let go. But, I was

Why is it that he left me? Am I not enough? Was those things he g

it, but they didn't listened. They hu

ready a bot

ed their doors for me,

n the dark again. Thinking that I

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wanted

d brushes for me, it feels like I

one had ever seen! I studied, I tried and practiced. Everytime th

g as I am happy, my painting as vibrant and pretty as my mood- so I am

a wishful

practically buzzing in anticipation. I know that everyone is as nervous

name, reading th

elf that it was imposible so I tr

name wasn't in the ranking. The name on the lo

that it was okay! That was my first

nd failed again. I tried again

ry attempts, it was like watchin

tless attempts and failure

Just quit already. Y

. I was noth

ot because I was happy and blessed means I can do it.

art of the masses. I a

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e my

she refuses to give me money or scolds me about anyth

point that she wished sh

verytime she sees my face, she w

at she always reminds me how

tanding there while laughing when her d

lsh

et rubbed by those dcks! If she hates my existence, why didn't she aborted

ver think us

l, my dear mother, the feeling is mut

seless as you who never tried to feed her da

ndrance to you. But why? Why let them rape me? Why were you sta

y want me to

all. No one can save my from the hum

hating me, can you please, please look into m

ve