how will i ever believe that my existence is worth it when the people who made me spent years telling me how my birth hurted them. If i were to die at the age of 7, they will be sad for like a few years, but eventually be happy with plenty of money, instead of whatever this is. I have been told years and years that im a waste of money, and maybe i am, i can’t imagine myself being something thats not
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