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Don't Tell me I can't!


I can do what ever I want. I'll keep going, I won't ever stop. I ignore the ridicule and taunts. My heart's beating so fast it's going to pop. It's like my brain is bleeding, ink through my fingers onto these keys. Just keep on reading, You won't believe my steeze. Her words are like Knives through my heart. They sting inside my soul. Can't you see, you're tearing me apart? You're supposed to be a mother, that's your role. My whole life you've beaten me down. My whole life you've been breaking my hope. Soon, you'll see I'll be wearing the crown. You won't leave me hanging from a rope. You gave me a crappy childhood, filled with pedophiles and lies. It's all because you were up to no good. Why didn't you listen to my cries? You left me broken and hurt. You tore me down time after time. Grabbed me by the neck of my shirt, Why did you accuse me of your crime? All of this has made me stronger. All of this has made me greater. Through all this, my life is longer. Even for this I won't ever hate her. When I get this education and go to school. I will give to you what you never gave to me. I will be living on a pedestal. I'll save you a spot too, you'll see. I will buy you a house, I will buy you a car. I will give you a chance, I will forget the scars. I will forgive and forget all the sorrow and pain, that you inflicted on me out of your own rage. I will give you what I always wanted, mother. A happy life and blue skies. I won't take revenge on you mother. I will listen to your cries. I even hear you now, while I'm lying on the ground. I hear the troubles he gave you when he left. I hear you cry and pray at night, although I don't make a sound. I will save you mother, please don't fret. Let's all be happy again, where did our lives go? Let's all be happy again, forget the words we've said. Let's all be happy again, let the cries go. Let's all be happy again, and receive our daily bread. Now we have the Lord, He is our rock. Now we have the Lord, He is our light. Let's stop teasing and let's not mock. one another, let us forget the fight. You've read my words now, and have seen my pain. I don't even care why or how. I don't even care who is to blame. I forgive you for the torture. I forgive you for the abuse. I forgive you, the scorcher. Now please help me cut this noose.

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