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Mother, O mother, You'll spit on my bones, When I die, know I've tried, but my mind and heart froze. You'll shout from your high horse, and your empty shell, That you'd **** me from heaven If you could, to hell.
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May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
Mother
Mother, O mother, You'll spit on my bones, When I die, know I've tried, but my mind and heart froze. You'll shout from your high horse, and your empty shell, That you'd **** me from heaven If you could, to hell.
I know I haven't posted in a while. Mother's day was tough.
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21/FTM/East Coast, U.S.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 9:07 AM UTC
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