Forgotten In The Reform School

My mother sent me to a reform school because of a single cigarette butt.

That place wasn't a school. It was a living nightmare.

I begged her countless times to let me come home.

But her eyes were only ever fixed on my younger brother and my stepfather.

I realized too late that the day she remarried, she stopped being my mother.

Now that I'm gone, why is she crying?

Didn't she throw me away a long time ago?

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I'm dead. My body is tucked away in a locker in the dorm room.

My skin has turn