when i was little

when i was little

i cried a lot

when i was little

i got hurt a lot

when i was younger

my mother drank

when i was a kid

i hated my life

when i was little

i wanted to dye

when i was younger

i developed a special

gift

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"My Gift" is a continuation of this poem.

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