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Jul 2021
To the mum that never was.
You gave birth to me.
You should have raised me like the precious gift that I was.

Instead you took that gift,
Threw it in to the darkness.
Threw me right into the lions den.

So so little. I was easy prey.
To the enemies inside our home.
You allowed them to destroy that precious gift you were given.

So to the mum that never was.
You will never  have that gift back.
That precious little called gift called me.
Has now grown.
I choose that gift.
I choose me.
Paula lunken
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Paula lunken  42/F/Dorset
(42/F/Dorset)   
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