I'm gonna tell you a story about someone I knew as a child and now know again as a young adult. As a child, they would cry if they lost at a game or they wouldn't want to share their toys as a child does since kids don't know better. As we got older I grew up, I got into things, got into trouble and I grew into the person I am now which I'm personally trying to fall in love with again. Now as we're older than our eight-year-old selves, they haven't changed, they still throw fits but to a worse degree. They stress over super little things and they give up when they don't get their way. On the other hand and I'm not validating their actions; their mother was never in the best mental state either, she babied her child to the extreme and the father wasn't there for it. Their father did try to the best of his abilities and now this once sweet kid turned into this mess. All because of the hands of the mother. She turns their sweet child into a person nobody seems to understand.
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
