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4 years ago

i wonder if i am the only one who talks to her parents Formally...n whenever i get a call ..i literally clears my throat first than picks up call. . . Umm..like if i m talking to some bosss.ss...forget it.

I see my father as cash cow and he sees me as a slave ,not daughter

N mother, well i dont know how a mother's hug feels like...

If someone checks my cellphone , i dont have my father's no. Saved. Though we never call each other..but still. . .

N here i am wondering forever why i keep living, just solely because my eyes do opens Next Day...

Ufff..πŸ™‚πŸ™ƒ

-MeπŸ–€


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