to my mother...

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Mother, if you haven't noticed I'm continuing a fight i don't know if u heard but i still cry at night. Its the monsters an demons who live inside of me sometimes you try but still find it hard to see. It might be the marijuana I'm inhaling that keeps my life from failing, its not that even when I'm high I'm feeling low i just try my hardest not to let it show. do u honestly think the result of a beer is a single tear but really its the fact that you don't peer & see that I'm slowly dying here. You cant see past this shiny hard shell & it has me questioning should i sink or sail? Your probably wondering how could i be so lonely & empty when I'm surrounded by all my friends and family, you see? You couldn't possible understand what its like to be me?

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