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Narcissistic mother
I wanna kill
Gun right in your mouth
To shut it
Shut it from all those lies you've been feeding me
I will be finally relieved of this heaviness
All I did was my very best
You were never satisfied
Whatever I did wasn't good enough for you
You had all the excuses to treat be badly
Your fucking tradition
Your fucking religion
People supported you
Thinking its right! A horror!
I hear the door open
I panic
The air thickens right when you enter
and gets worse later on
Home never felt like home when I was with you..