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Confession

To my mother.

Mummum, Iím sorry
For the disrespect
But I am your daughter, after all
What did you actually expect?

Iíve betrayed your trust,
Turned the metal to rust
But Iíll find a way
To get out of here someday

I wonít make dad mad, and I wonít make you sad
Iím moving away
Shouldnít you be glad?

No more fuss, no more cuts
Iíll be leaving soon
But for now
Iím sorry.

Donít worry, mother
Iíll finally graduate, get out of your hair
When you wake up in the morning
Iíll no longer be there

With all the hurt and the pain
Iíll make it go away
Iím leaving Indiana
And Iím moving to Maine.

This is not a suicide note
Nor some farewell letter
This is me, letting you know
Your life will be much better

After all that Iíve done,
Iíd like to let you rest
Donít worry mother,
This is for the best.
Written by ChemicalRose (Meguana)
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Author's Note
Next year, I'll be 18 and graduated. This is my confession; I'm going away.
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