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Dear Momma,


You text me that your done, you give up on me. Merry Effin Christmas is what you say to me.  Thinking back I guess I could see this coming up on me. I text back with Merry Christmas and I love you, your reply back is... yea sure you do. I never thought that this was a relationship, your my mom I'm your daughter but who's playing who? I throw my hands up in defeat cause see you got me real upset right now... and you know how I get when I'm put in my feelings around you all. But I guess im in my feelings now cause I'm sittting here thinking about you and how we should be, how we could be. You need your space so I give it to you, I remeber the last look that you gave to me, had me feeling blue. I haven't seen you in two weeks and there's a void. I guess you never really loved me, I have so much going through my heart and head. I take a step back to just chill, and bring in the new year. I get a text saying Happy New years and I love you. Maybe we have hope, we can start over and bring in the new year. because I love you too eternity and beyond, forever and always.

 

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