| I can say that I'm not happy, but who cares? Does anyone really care? Does your heart break when I say I'd rather die then go back home? One day, I'll have to make that choice. I can't tell anyone that I hate my mother, because it would be my fault. I would rather be dead then be shunned by my family... No matter how many times her hand has fallen across my face, it would be my fault. She may apologize, but the ever present bitter taste stays. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her!
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