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Mar 2021
Oh, Mother.
Don't you know it's instant gratification?
You're angry, taking it out on one you "love"
Object to it, and the anger is redirected.

Grab it. Force it back.
It's never enough, is it?
I could take more, but I won't.
"You've proven again and again
You're not worthy of my time."
I'm not like you.
I won't take the ******* handed to me.
i have mommy issues
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Em  F/Florida
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