I'm on a bench. I feel the force of hate instilled of my body. :/ My heart like contracted. It wasn't cold, this morning, but it's rained. My mom hurt me in the car, and was acting like she had nothing to say. I realized she didn't like my dad as much as me but that maybe he was fun.
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