Never been the same since the day they left me, been tested every day since, I think it’d be possible to die from all this stressing. Never been a mother’s favorite since the day I laughed at the jokes from the devil in its eyes. Cursed and traumatized watching all this trauma exercised. As much as I could do I can never seem to change the flow of ending in the same tragedies, repeated patterns of chaotic disasters. Relationships ending in bittersweet laughter. Never would I find someone like you or someone unlike you…