To the girl that who didn’t really have a childhood. Before she was born, she was already born with brokennessbroken and with generational trauma. To the girl who witnessed so much but pretendpretended that everything was fine. She watched her father be taken by police inside of their home. Somehow she blocked that memory because she was too scared to relive that moment or any of her dark moments. To the girl who didn't have a say in where she was going. She has been all over the states to visit her father in prison but deep down, she knew this wasn’t normal but it became normal for her. To the girl who saw her mom cry over heartbreak. She watched her mom triedtry to put her pieces together again after her father breakbroke her heart over and over again, but she never could.

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