Wax paper over your mind

Hear me, Hear me, Hear me

Stabbing your brain

Understand

You called me mother and you fled from home

Crying rivers to slowly dislodge you from your refuge

reminiscing about translucent thinking

Afterword guilt

If I hate myself enough, maybe you'll come back

Don't put me down

I was afraid of being wrong

because you were always right in your ...

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