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May 23
It was never in Mother’s intention,
to spoil us with her unaminous affection,
and just like the selfish, brattish child
we demanded for more attention,

and so, we screamed and went to war
and tore this family asunder,
sewing deep the misconception
that Mother was the real offender,

she watched in awe and horror
as we spat on her names’ honour,
committing guiltless acts of treason
against her, more natural, children -

Mother was not impressed, but
she knew we would never confess
as each and every one of us, truly believes  
“the world was built just for me”.
Written by
Tom Salter  19/M/Brighton
(19/M/Brighton)   
98
   BR Dragos
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