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Daughter
Forgive me, for not
being the mother
you needed me to be.
For being too busy,
too naive to see
what was happening
in front of me.
For being silent
when your father
screamed and demeaned.
For when I thought it
was sweet that your
boyfriend carried you
to your room when you
"fell asleep".
For not enough hugs
and too many lectures.
For not seeing the signs
of addict...
Friday 17th May 2019 3:29 pm
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