What makes me sad,
is you not here!
you not here,
to stop my tears,
because you don't know,
what its like,
to not have a mother in your life!
you should be here,
to hold dads hand,
i can't help,
letting my tears splash to the ground,
you told me you hated me,
you wished i wern't born,
now all i do for you is mourne!
how can a mother say that to her child?
even if she was really riled!
i know i said hurtful stuff too,
but i wonder if you know,
that i do miss you!
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