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Cry

by stickster25

We used to tell our Beloved babies Not to cry, It will be alright. It won't always be alright, why do we tell them this so young? What ever happened to, "Don't tell what is not always true"? And now, they yell and question Us and our actions. We make one little mistake And they pounder us that It's "Not OK". What ever will happen to The little children being shouted at when they are Told it's "Not OK". They will be confused and Upset since they were told One thing, but the next, It's wrong. It's all wrong.
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