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May 2015
Some one has been sneaking
Tentacles rummaging through my mind
They never asked to
But they have left their trails of slime

Raw bits and pieces of my phyc
Have been overturned
Spilling the secrets of my life
Which I have rightfully earned

If you wanted to see inside my head
You could have just asked
For even though you are my mother
This side of me should stay masked

Oh mom
I was just starting to recover
My glass house finally being rebuilt
Has been smashed by my mother

Poetry was supposed to my open window
A place to write down what I see
But now you are a camera clicking
Illegal shots of me

Don't worry though
I still love you
I am like a dog in that sense

But mommy
Please next time just ask
I know it my seem hard
But it is a crucial task
Dead Lock
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