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It was late, you came home crying. You said you needed to be hugged. I walked towards you, but you pushed me away.

It’s been three days since that happened. It’s been three days since the last time left your bedroom.

I can here you crying every time I pass by the door. I want to help you, but you keep on shoving me out. You say I wouldn’t understand.

You’ve always tried to look stronger, struggling in a fight with your tiers. You say you love being different, but all you do is wonder why you are not like the others.

You think I’ve had enough. You think you’d be a burden if you ever do something I don’t like.

But you’re too young to regret. I wish you would listen to me now. I wish I haven’t made you this way.