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Jun 7
They call me bad.
Tried growing up without a dad?

What’s a father figure?
Fool thought only but himself, go figure.

Go blame me for thinking for myself.
Like I didn’t leave my job behind just to help.

I’m tired of fake people around me.
All their whispers behind me, the audacity.

Every day I try to be grateful.
But people around me teach me to be hateful.

I’m exhausted, I’m drained.
Impure, unclean, I’m stained.

Call me names or whatever, sure.
Change is pointless. There’s no cure.

They say ignorance is a bliss.
I wish I was ‘cause nowadays, I’m ******.
Toxic family environment
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