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She's Gone
Those words. I hate to say them. I know the second I do I am going to be judged. “My mom died when I was two.” There is that look. I get it every time. They tilt there head to the side, their eyes water a bit, and they apologize. I hate that. Now they will never look at me the same. I don't want their pity, I am perfectly fine without it. I have grown used to all the sadness when someone makes a joke of saying “your mom” and then realizing that I don't have one. I wish people would just realize that it hurts me so much when they feel bad for me. Sure, I have been through a lot of difficult times in my life, but so hasn't everyone. I shouldn't be treated differently for that. Right?
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