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my life

has never been ordinary 

my  father looks down at my family in disbelief 

that his oldest son had to stay in jail for a prank that was no longer funny

that his middle child had decided that he was going to leave

my mom stressing not know what to do with my little brothers attitude

my life

may seem so simple to people

they will never understand

what it's like to be the only girl in a house of all boys

foster brothers in and out, feeling the need to leave their mark on me

my life 

felt so empty without my fathers hand to guide me through the tough times

made me weak and empty never to be whole again

my family ruined because things never went as planned

my life

should've been over by now

why am I 18 and all I can do is frown

praying that one day this "GOD" can take my pain away

or just me.

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Jan Wienen
<p>He will ...</p>

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