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by terra   Jun 14, 2008


A mother is to be fit
not always f ing lit
a mother is to admit and try to quit
not to try and hide it and become an addict
so what am i to say you ask well you can kiss my @$$ because your not any were near a good mother all i have is my brother but nows he's gone and I'm forced to live in this hell hold you call a home and you wont let me go and i was mad when i didn't know that you needed me this is just the way it has to be i need to be here for you and try to get through cause your my mother and ill never get another

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