Each face is etched into my vision,
the hatred there is pitifully aware,
and I for one, will not bow down to you.
Pathetic creatures, you crowd your dying mother,
and try to play words wisely, send in your pawns for battle
just to get your inheretance, you're not even worth that.
My blood boils from the foul smell you produce,
and I crave to behead you on the spot so my grandmother,
who's on her death bed, doesn't have to see her children disgracefully.
I didn't ask for the life I was given, but here I am.
No one told me I'd face family blood traitors,
I knew the exact moment of where it started.
My mother left at age six and the family was furious
for I would be the next care taker of their source of money.
They feared I'd reap all that wasn't supposed to be mine,
and they knew I wouldn't listen to their orders.
So, they shunned me.
Their worst mistake.
I will not forgive so easily....
...I will not forgive.
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♥ lucid dreams
I dream of the moment to disown my family forever....they don't derserve me.
Only few will get amesity. Nessa you know you are one of them so don't even ask, jeez. 
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I know how you feel, sweetheart. When I was young, my dad disowned me whenever he felt like it, and I didn't speak to him for almost 5 years. Your family definitely doesn't deserve you, and they will find, much too late, that they've lost something very special
One thing I'd like to see is this broken in to smaller stanzas. It just looks nicer, not to mention that it's a lot less hard on the eyes
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