Hello mother, how are you today? did you
drink enough.. enough of that foul smelling
liquor? did you flirt with all the men at work
to make yourself feel beautiful? why did
you come home and slurr... slurr the words out
of your foul breath telling me im a mistake,
im ugly and im not good enough Do you love
it? do you love to make me cry to see the
tears come down as my pillow gets soaked every
night wishing for something good to come out
of it why dont you talk to me anymore? do
you miss me? or did i just ruin your life?
I Love You mother but, do you love me?
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