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Why is it... That all my nightmares are about you? Age means nothing when I have to be the adult. Why is it.. That I can't ask for help? ..Because it might worry you? Mom, can't you ever have enough? Is money the only thing that gets through to you? I've said it in a drunken slur, I say it when I'm sober; "I pity you."
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
Mother.
Why is it... That all my nightmares are about you? Age means nothing when I have to be the adult. Why is it.. That I can't ask for help? ..Because it might worry you? Mom, can't you ever have enough? Is money the only thing that gets through to you? I've said it in a drunken slur, I say it when I'm sober; "I pity you."
I love her, i do.
melody-claire
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
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