In life, either you win and celebrate, or you lose and accept your faith. But will you choose to quit when the thought of doing it seem tough and relentless? I have been battling for my own good eversince, alone yet still alive. A result of rage, a curse rather than a blessing, no one wanted and hoped for it's inception. Both of my parents have their own family, none of them acknowledged me as their own. I'm used to it, but that doesn't mean I don't have a choice, though it would make me less of a desperate bitch trying hard to get his hopes up, I just know what's best for my mental health and settled for more substantial matters.In spite of the pain and sufferings caused by their selfishness, who would've thought I'll crave for that piece of appreciation? Of course it sounds pathetic isn't it? I always wish for atleast a moment to be with them but that's beyond imagination. Since I was born, I never had the chance to feel a mother's warmth, a father's to
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