This is the first,
It wont be the last,
As we try not to remember,
Our hiddeous past.
Sleeping in subways,
Lying on mats,
We shed a tear or to,
But thats that.
Missing mum,
It abuses my dreams,
Of the time we spent together
But she's disapeared.
Not long ago,
We were this big happy family,
You've gone out of our lives,
Im living unhappy.
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