For my parents – who did not even make an effort to listen to me when I tried to talk to them about the most important thing in my life. Who may never get to know the truest me – the person I grew in to and the woman I have become. It is not with malice or contempt that I write this, but with the agony of a heartbroken child. One who has never come to learn who her parents truly are, despite them being so close at hand…
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I have rimes like dimes