M.O.T.H.E.R

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Mom, do you ever think about me? Because I do

On days where I feel hopeless and alone

The days where I don’t see a reason to be here

Holding my head in my hands I have no faith

Everyday I wonder where you are and why you left

Residing in my own loneliness

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