The curse
I hated my mom ever since I was 7. I still do, and I know it's selfish of me considering the reason but I can't help it. I'm sick and she gave the sickness to me. Out of all 4 of her kids, I was cursed. I hide behind fake smiles and lies. No one can know. They'd mock me and kill me with words. They will never know, that I have tried to commit suicide. That if you see my hips, they are covered with scars. That I am bipolar.
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