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I was someone's child once, I played their mind games, I took all the spankings, I watched all the hollering matches, I even took some hits. I told myself when I was a mom, I would never do these things, but then I had my baby and I lost my mind one day when he reminded me of someone I knew I thought it was my mother but, I realized it was me. This is where the cycle ends, to this I guarantee.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
hereditary recycling
I was someone's child once, I played their mind games, I took all the spankings, I watched all the hollering matches, I even took some hits. I told myself when I was a mom, I would never do these things, but then I had my baby and I lost my mind one day when he reminded me of someone I knew I thought it was my mother but, I realized it was me. This is where the cycle ends, to this I guarantee.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
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