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To Mom.
Mom I've got something to tell you,
You remember How We Talked About Boys?
Well I like Boys and Girls,
I know you May hate me,
I know It's "Frowned Upon.",
But This is me,
I fell for a Girl, The Most Beautiful Women in the World,
She has an Infectious Laugh, Big Doe Brown Eyes,
And a Fake Smile,
She has Scars on her Arms, and Thighs,
And I'll be her Saviour Tonight,
I know I won't ever have her,
But She'll always be my Best Friend,
Black and Red hair, a Bubbly Personality,
I fell in love with a boy,
But She'll always be in my heart.
You remember How We Talked About Boys?
Well I like Boys and Girls,
I know you May hate me,
I know It's "Frowned Upon.",
But This is me,
I fell for a Girl, The Most Beautiful Women in the World,
She has an Infectious Laugh, Big Doe Brown Eyes,
And a Fake Smile,
She has Scars on her Arms, and Thighs,
And I'll be her Saviour Tonight,
I know I won't ever have her,
But She'll always be my Best Friend,
Black and Red hair, a Bubbly Personality,
I fell in love with a boy,
But She'll always be in my heart.
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