foster home

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19143
United States
39° 56' 28.6368" N, 75° 13' 7.446" W

last night i dreamed that i was doing a monalog
i was back in my firts foster home, my foster mother came dowwn stairs
she screamed;
GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT,
I responded, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY MUST YOU BE SO COLD TO ME,
NEVER TOOK THE CHANCE TO EVEN KNOW ME,
YOU DIDNT TAKE THE TIME TO GET CLOST TO ME,understand me and EVEN realate to my journey.
GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT.
WHY MUST I CONTINUE TO GO THROUGH THIS IS BEING A MOTHERLES CHILD IS WHAT I HAVE TO AJUST TOO,
DEAR GOD, I DONT THINK I CAN continue on this journey, EVERYDAY i feel like you over looked me when you decided to create me
WHY MUST IT FEEL that iM paying for a crime that i did not commit
IS THIS MY DESTINY
WHY MUST THE WORLD REBUKE ME
IS thist the system i must be a custom too
where they hardly any real mommies and daddies, only judments from people who FAIL TO COMPREHEND
when will will it END. WHY MUST I BE DISTRUCTIVE IN YOUR EYES FOR YOU to hear my silent CRY
well in that CASE world, dont wait for me to burst through your doors expecting FOR ME to embrace your SO CALLED LOVE,
LIKE the the baggages in my hands, i proudly carry my PAIN FOR THE DAY WHERE there wil be RAIN.

farah cassis
2/2/2013

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farah3210

forgive my mistakes i was typing too fast

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