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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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