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I love my mother very much
When she is herself
But every day it seems to me
That she is someone else
I know it’s just the drugs
And I know they ease her pain
But I miss my mother
Time and time again
I often get real mad at her
When I’m stuck at home
And though it is impossible
I wish I could be alone
I know that she’s in pain
And probably prays for death
But she loves me plenty
To postpone her dying breath
Without her I would be alone
With no one to turn to
My family is evil
Including my father who
Said she was a drunk
When he knew it was a lie
My mother is my heart and soul
Without her I would die
But I face the realization
Every single day
My mother has outstayed her welcome
She soon will go away
I am crying as I write this
I wish it weren’t true
But oh the pain it gives me
And I’m sharing it with you
Shes been sick since I was tiny
From my being born
So I must live with the guilt
When I wake each morn
The very thing I hate
Is a thing that I made
So when I’m sad and grieving
It is me that I should hate
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