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I was always nice to people

I was always nice to people, well that is what I think. I am always feeling lonely, even though I have a lot of friends. None of them can understand me except for one. My parents are not treating me fairly as they treat my sister. I do not even care about how they treat her better than me, but I care about how they treat me. Mean ways. Unfairness. Never saying yes. It is just too much for me to be treated this way.

Instead of being next to me when I am sad, they never realize it, and I will never ask them to take care of me. I will just go cry in my bed. That bed and those pillows were full of tears for a long time. I wait until they dry, but then I just make them wet again. Because caring cannot be asked for, it can only be felt, only felt…

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