I feel like the angrier I become the farther you are pushed away.
And know that my biological father is coming back into my life the farther you are pushed away.
And then when we have a nice day out together, all you fucken want to do is talk about my weight.
An its not fucken okay.
I'm already hurting on the inside, what more do you fucken want.
I'm broken just like him.
Didn't know that that was what you wanted all this time.
Its not Pasquale's fault that your angry. And its not even mine.
And then because you shove your feeling with food, you want to look at me and point a finger.
But mom, you have your issues and I have mine.
And lately all I want to do sit here, shove my face and cry.
I'm sorry if this hurts you, but you have hurt me to.
But I guess in time all will make amends. All will make due.
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