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Thank you, mother.


Submitted:May 9, 2010    Reads: 48    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Everything I've done for you,

Everything I could've done.

Blame me.

All I'm here for is the money,

Right?

You don't want me, anyhow.

Get rid of me.

Why not just stab my heart?

Because that's what it feels like your doing.

Twist the blade,

Round and round,

Until my tears stop

And my breath follows.

You don't want me, anymore.

You don't care about me, anymore.

Let me go.

Because I'm not wanted

As long as money is here for you.





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