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Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Dear Mom,
I cried for you not to give up on me, and you still walked away and slammed the door. I'm sorry I'm a handfull. Sometimes I don't want to exist. Your life would probably be a lot easier if I didn't. I don't see what the big deal is. Honestly I feel like if I were to disappear nobody would notice. Nobody would care.
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