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Mother, why could you never be on time? Is being there for your daughter just a riddle or rhyme? You never could talk to me, I rarely ever hear you speak. You helped me seal a trecherous fate. I am overcome with fear and self hate. Your as guilty as he is; you were supposed to protect me. My life could have been different if you would have heard all my screams. This happened to me; it was no dream. Yet, you believed his ignorant lies. I guess you still can't hear my cries. Thank goodness for your reputation; Hopefully no one will find out about my rehabilitation. Now you're playing "stepmom" so your bank account balance jumps up. Boy, you just never will act right, What the fuck? Where did my mother go? Why doesn't anyone know? I'm so confused. I'm scared and bruised. Because of you mother, it was me that got used.