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Manipulation is how you convince me to believe that i am nothing. And even though i know your methods, I still cant avoid your grasp As i gasp; At the loathsomeness I feel For wanting your love. You toss me aside With the old banana That was just a little Too ripe For your liking. Drowning in filth, I cry out for you; Mother, Mother! Though only darkness Comes to my aid.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
Not My Mothers Day
Manipulation is how you convince me to believe that i am nothing. And even though i know your methods, I still cant avoid your grasp As i gasp; At the loathsomeness I feel For wanting your love. You toss me aside With the old banana That was just a little Too ripe For your liking. Drowning in filth, I cry out for you; Mother, Mother! Though only darkness Comes to my aid.
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
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