Mother

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Mother, 

I loathe you, 

I love everything you have done for me, the years of a father i don't have in my life

the sacrifices you have made for me 

the person i would call my best friend when i needed someone to talk to 

What happened to that person? 

Missing so much and noticing so little. 

consumed by the liquid of alcohol and the lust of others 

the person i once knew is dead and i don't know you now

I am drained mother, 

im tired of this loop we are in, 

I want my mom...

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