Hurt
My mom is named Kristin
To me she was like superwomen,
She was strong
But sometimes it her strong didn't last long,
One day my father came
And our life was never the same,
Tears across her face and also mine
My mom said she was fine,
Boys can hurt
This is just an alert.
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