the miserable life of a miserable teenager -
adopted family
She was so nice and caring.
She was the one craving our approval.
Even though we were so young.
We quickly let her in,
As we were used to being accepting.
Oh, how wrong we were.
We opened the door,
and she stole our keys.
We set the table,
and she ate our meals.
“I put food on this table.”
Okay? I didn’t ask you to.
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