Help Me God

God, You know I was born to grow up in poverty.

My family was poor in money and soul.

My mother was stressed out from struggling with money and being darkened because of it.

I ended up thinking my mother didn’t really love me and she hated me for my trait, not ready to have a third child like me.

I grow up with anxiety and trust issues.

Now that i grow up and facing a big problem, i know both of my parents love me.

But i still think it was to late.

Everyone hated me now.

Everyone is angry with me.

Because I was far from being dicipline.

Help me.

Help me. i am too much in shame, in misery, and in fear.

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