You go through the bad to get to the good

At 3 months old my mother left me home

Sometimes I think she was always gone

I was there with my sister

6 years older of another mister

No one was talking to me

So someone couldn’t let me be

They took me and kept me

Sometimes I returned to see my Mom

But now I had moved on

This was the only way I would get a family

The family I was given was not good for me

So now I’ve gotten to the good days

Because I spent much of my younger life in pain

I always remember I might have to go through it again to get the life I have now

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