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Apr 2015
Even though I slept with both your brothers
and your mother hates me
you look after me like a sister.

When you try to buy me food
and cart me around for the day
you can't imagine how great it feels.

So happy it hurts,
the black pain throbs in my hands
and chest.

Just to feel cared about,
looked after.
Thank you Daniel.
Molly
Written by
Molly  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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   Azaria and Cecil Miller
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