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"Take care of her" "Take care....of her?!....NO!!! YOU CAN'T!!!" "Please.." "NO!!" "I love you both...Never forget me..." Ever since he died she started to drink. The woman I once called my "mother" left me. I didn't exist to her. To her I was nothing but a mistake, a brat. I would give my life to go back to those years. The years when she loved me. The years when he was here. I had no money, no job, and sometimes no soul. Her heart was cold and rotten. I sometimes wonder if she really ever cared about me. I wonder every single day if I will ever be loved. I miss when she loved me. I just want to go to a place where I belong, a place where I exist, a place where I'm loved. I just want to be loved. But what would happen if I could get that. If I could be loved. What if in the dark, cold, night I could go to a place where I exist? CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE
Do I exist here?
