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Why Did It Have To Be Me
why did it have to be me this isn't how it should be my father was never there i dont even know if he cares my mom was in a relationship with a guy for like 4 yaers and i sew her throughall her fears and i sew he cry at night i was sad when i sew the day she had to fight and i was there though it all wih my mom back then she seemed so smell now she stands so tall it is like she can touch the sky to those problems she said bye while i laid in bed and wondered why my perfect life fell just died my dad choose to do wrong things.
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Amber Houston
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