And mother, I am so very sorry. You had spent nine, long months molding and creating me. Perfecting the shell that holds my personality within. Just for me to deprive it of food when it screams for it. To cut open the shell when I feel like I am trapped. For me to look in the mirror and scream and cry because I do not like what I see. I cannot help but to destroy the creation you worked so hard on, and for that I am sorry. Your creation deserved someone who knew how to take care of it.
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