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Try as I might, I cannot refer to you with anyother title For you had unfortunately raised me You stood there Unaware, as my childhood grazed me I never saw it coming You never asked for me I never wanted this to happen For you to cry over me I thought you'd be glad You got what you wanted Me out of your life But like a ghost I still haunted Your memories of regret Your memories of pride All those nights crying We shamelessly lie I'm sorry you find your sanity in a bottle of wine I'm sorry I find mine in a bottle that was prescribed We both need our peace We both need our distance If it helps you to know I'd love you to listen About how I still care, deep in my heart I'm sorry that our minds Tore us apart
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
Dear Mom,
Try as I might, I cannot refer to you with anyother title For you had unfortunately raised me You stood there Unaware, as my childhood grazed me I never saw it coming You never asked for me I never wanted this to happen For you to cry over me I thought you'd be glad You got what you wanted Me out of your life But like a ghost I still haunted Your memories of regret Your memories of pride All those nights crying We shamelessly lie I'm sorry you find your sanity in a bottle of wine I'm sorry I find mine in a bottle that was prescribed We both need our peace We both need our distance If it helps you to know I'd love you to listen About how I still care, deep in my heart I'm sorry that our minds Tore us apart
mcas
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
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