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Shit mum

A mother's love
Should always be,
So why did you say
You hated me.

I Sat on the bench
With tears in my eyes,
All I could see
was Froth at your mouth.

The anger you'd spew
Upon that young boy,
Just seemed to grow
Like a rolling snowball,

Now as a man
Still wondering why
You made that poor boy
Quiver and cry.

Lack of emotions
Has bode well
Maybe I'll cry again.


When you go rot in hell.
Written by BigG
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