Do you even remember that time I slipped in front of the candy store? when I hit my head and fell asleep for a month. When kids at school are throwing papers to me and told me I'm a loser, or when I a guy harassed me when I was a young lady. There was also a time when I took that syringe inside my skin, that was the first time I felt better. Then there was this beer in my hand the fifth I have that night when a guy took me somewhere I can't remember a thing of what happened next. Also when I was lost, walking half naked in the street selling my fine delicate body letting different man to use my sacred whole for a hundred bucks, while letting them bruise my soft skin. How about that jail I used to stay for six months? It was quite comfy, though the bed is itchy and hard as rock. It was more quiet there. I almost love it. Just almost. Then this guy came, which I thought he wouldn't be like you. He wouldn't just watch me fall and broke, and I was wrong. He left me, and with a child. Like what you did to mom. Anyway, I want to ask how were you doing? Do you eat three times a day? Do you have a safe home? Because I don't, your grandson don't. We never did. Good thing I am stronger than you and mom, good thing I didn't kill myself in thoughts of I can't raise my child on my own like what mom did after she left me somewhere. How does it feel dad? that despite of leaving me on the edge of hell and heaven I learn not to care about being alone. How does it feel to see me rise, while you are being pulled down by your sin? I know you are somewhere watching, but mostly not from above maybe somewhere down below. You are watching from the clear water of my tears. What do you see? Beautiful isn't it?
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