Your child.

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You're supposed to be my MOM.

You're the shoulder I'm supposed to cry on.

You're supposed to be the hand through my hair and the soft humming when life is too much.

You're supposed to be that safe space when everyday feels harder and harder.

I'm supposed to be able to hug you without a fear of being pushed away.

I'm too scared to even hold your hand..

Idk what I did to make you hate me.

Is it because I remind you of yourself?

Do you hate me that much?

I cant even apologize for my actions because i don't even know what I did.

I wish we had the relationships I see on tv.

Mom and daughter doing shopping sprees, getting brunch, talking about boys, giggling.. laughing.. cherishing eachother...

My heart yearns for a connection but my brain knows better. Yet I can't stop that stupid fucking jealousy.

I don't hate you.

I pity you.

I pity us.

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