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We were young, we were told.

We were promised, we were sold.

We laughed, we cried,we fought we tried.

We went crazy.

We tried,  we mothered, we believed the lies of our mothers.

We have up, we tried again.

I grew old, believed what I was told, but I didn't

I lied, I tried to believe, nothing is what it aS supposed to be.

The love is real, I feel too much. I tell too much, then insanly vulnerable, needing more pain.

Addiction to pain equals life,  Life is Pain, so we are addicts to pain.

I wanted to go and I tried.

I wanted to die.  Life is pain so death is good.

I looked at their faces 

The open mouths,.,their snoring, so peaceful, so much love. 

I couldn't hurt them like I had been.  They need to live and and live and love.  A mother can ruin her child's life by hate.

I love to love and love to live.

I learn, I cry, I try.

I try to love, try to learn.

I sacrifice my life so They can live..

So they can be smiling, so they can be shining.

I regret my past, my brain torturers me.

But I let myself go

So they can be.

M.R.DeCavele