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All I see is my mother walking away With her favorite child of the day All I see is her face Wrinkled with laughter While she is obvious to my presence The door she closes is slammed shut And I have no way of gaining her love
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
closed door
All I see is my mother walking away With her favorite child of the day All I see is her face Wrinkled with laughter While she is obvious to my presence The door she closes is slammed shut And I have no way of gaining her love
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
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