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by DyingWithin Dec 10, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
You'll never know dearest mother, Of how much I truly hate you. And how I can never stand, All this shit that you put me through. I hate your voice, I hate your face, And sadly I do wish, That your status was replaced. I don't want you as my mother, I don't want you as a friend, And when I turn eighteen, This hell will surely end.