i could imagine the hardship
carrying that weight everyday
for long two hundred seventy
five days. the complication
the sensitivities of changing
biorhythm, oh! i'm humbled
i feel pain seeing spoiled brat
talking back to their mother
on the other hand i admire those
who respect their mom, honestly
i can't remember talking back
i tried hard to please her, not enough
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