I am not your prized possession, your art on exhibition, the embodiment of your achievements, the personification of your devoted parenting. I am not worthy of your love, time or obligatory affection. though i would like to be, very much.
at times like this, me, feels much uselessness and extreme pathetic-ness.
No matter how much you fucking try to get through this thick skull that i possess,
i would still be this epitome of defiance.
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