becoming different is like
changing your own cloths
having a different style
yes that's me I sanjana harnandan
I have been trough so much
that it hurts for me to cry
things hidden from me that's mine
my own mother turned on me when I needed a mother figure around me
my father just gave up on me like I am a little piece of paper
getting thrown out
he does not call me like how it used to be I call when I need him but that's it we don't have a
father and daughter relationship its like working with someone you don't even get along with
even do how much it hurts I am here to do what I am supposed to do is eat sleep school have a good job and show them who the real me is
instead having a favratisim in my family I should be shared and loved equialy but I know it will never happen
but I hope that change will happen less thank 10 years
and I will watch them run back looking for money as usual that's what my blood it not me my mom and father money lovers
its so funny money is more then love I guess but its really not I would prefer for myself love is worth than a million dollars
but some people prefer money over love that's how some people are I guess
sanjana harnandan
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Raw it speaks to the love of money over people. A sense of social pressure that one would rather was not there but has no control over. Well done
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