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What I am to you


Thanks for asking me if I wanted to go. Thanks for including me in the things you do. It really makes me realize, How special I am to you. I don’t know why Im so surprised; I don’t know why I’m so upset. It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. I'll learn about what you've done from others, sometimes from facebook itself. Now I know I'm not your little girl. Im not the one you want to do things with. I’m not your special one, I’m just someone you share blood with.
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