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my poem bout my mom this is true



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Fri Nov 23, 2012 8:48 am
TGirl1520 says...



You claim a lie tht wouldnt have been true till you finally did it
you rip out your own dughters heart and will nvr heal
dont you understand this girl you created you finally destroyed
you had to deplet all her hope
youll never know wat love is bcuz all it is to you is all about you

cant you see this girl standing right here you brung here to her demise
im finally broken tore to pieces
my heart is a black hole
my soul is all demise
me myself nothing

i dont get why you claimed i hate you
then blew up in my face saying i hate you and fuck you
we'll you hate me
you turned already sad days to the reason i wanna die today
you call yourself a mother well why leave

i tryed to love you
but
every kiss i gave you gave evil words
every hug i gave you gave the hatred
every i love you i gave you gave the meaning or hate

now i giv up on trying to be your daughter
all you are is the woman tht gave me life
you arent worth the words i love
all you do is tear me apart and now im gone for good








This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
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