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For us kids who had to grow up fast

because our parents were hurting...

Now we’re older and being a kid.
Not knowing what we’re doing in life

because the time that we had

to try and learn ourselves,

we spent healing our parents.
Now that we’re older 
and

are shamed for not having our lives together, 

what is growing up?

We now are experiencing the faults and mistakes 

that we should have experienced

as a child.

Now we are adult childs. 

 

Playing alone. 

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Red Field
<p>I can really relate to this. The pain our parents cause us for their own stupidity and foolishness</p><p>is just so ridiculous and really never gives us the chance to grow up.</p>

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