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Mom and Dad are stressed and they don't have time for me and my failures.
She was right to call me useless and worthless.
Dad comes home with a smile and lovingly ruffles our hair and pats our heads and Mom tries to get busy with our schools and business.
And here I am,wrapped in my self-hate and my ghosts swirling around inside my head,telling me all I already know.
Maybe it's the fever talking.Maybe it's the sickness talking.
But I wanted to crawl up in a hole and stay.
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