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three hundred and seventh post.


Mummy, Im not your toy.
everything's in a mess now. my eyes are swollen like shit. i hate my mum.
and one day when im gone, don't ask me where am i. selfish shit, all you want is just you to be happy, then what about me? i don't wish to talk to her anymore. i don't wish to go home. you're making me so unhappy. i can't find smiles in this home anymore. you left me tearful memories.
i'll be back when everything is ok. i'll be alright.