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Feb 2014
Sometimes I wonder
If my mother realizes how much
I dislike being here.

With her lame excuses
Cold mornings
And her guilt trips.

And my constant thought
Can I confront her today?
No, she did something for me today...
Yesterday...
Last week...
There's a holiday coming up...
I just want to explode
But I can't
Because I would feel guilty.
Curse my conscience...
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   Kagami and mybarefootdrive
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