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Mama's precious daughter.

by @amirahshahari

I do not deserve the title, Mama's precious daughter. When I am nothing like, Soft running water. Mama's precious daughter, She's witty and clever, Balancing her life all together, But I ain't mama's precious daughter, I am far off being a precious gem, When all I do is cry and complain, About the things that I can't gain. She's brave, And daring, Just like mama. But I am not mama's precious daughter, I plan my sentences in my head, But I am always years late. Mama's precious daughter, Curves a smile on her face, Voice like heaven, But I ain't mama's little darling. I waste my time on dreaming, With a face so haunting. Mama loves she, Her wonderful, Darling daughter, But I am just an exception– the, Opposite of, Mama's precious daughter.
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15 / F / Malaysia
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Aug 11, 2017
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