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Unexpected or wanted for what it is worth. Sole source of her hell on earth. Then rejected like some old shoe she wouldn't wear. Message clear she couldn't care. Ignored, neglected. Handed-off, forgotten and left to find my own way. It's tragic to discover that I don't really matter to my mother. So sad and can't get much harder to keep on playing the part of darling daughter. Please come through this time. Words unspoken. Nothing special to declare, speak my mind I would not dare. Promise broken. Conspicuously never there, vanishing into thin air. Affection token. Only with an audience would she ever look my way. It's tragic to discover that I don't really matter to my mother. So sad and can't get much harder to keep on playing the part of darling daughter. I should find some way to get past the inflammatory. Not get cast in revisionist history. By contrast, I'll be okay at last. Please come through this time. Walls erected, never to come down, remain forever in the way. We are bound to each other and though we have our problems she's my mother. It's quite mad and I know I ought to not keep on playing the part of darling daughter. Maybe I can find some way. Get past the inflammatory. Free from revisionist history to write a happier story From Letras Mania