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May 2019
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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Sea's End  21/FTM/East Coast, U.S.
(21/FTM/East Coast, U.S.)   
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