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Dark shadows that follow ,and wails,

People see it and talk about it,

but i cannot see the problem,

why are the voices becoming louder and stumble over eachother,

this pain that comes with it makes me cry, hurt, edge greaving,

i want my mother,

she knows how to cheer me up like no other,

i want my family in one home instead of two,

how come i feel soo violeted in this house,

i can't call a home,

my thoughts are not comprehending to the outside world,

the one person that said, "I will not judge you."

is second thinking me,

my life, my choices,

i know i haven't made the best choices, but we're human,

i'm not perfect,

i'm not afraid to show it,

i never want to be or become perfect,

the shadow that follows me is my past,

and the past is just how it's ment,

past is not there anymore,

you should look at the person how they're now,

look at me even with the mistakes i'm still proud of me,

i'm still alive, have a wife, and a home, i'm not struggling with a child,

my life is a story being told,

and my past relationships are rough drafts,

to revise to make the final draft,

and to float down the river in happiness,

in my raft to create a wealthy and successful path for my future children.