Memories Not To Be Mentioned
My mother hides me from the dangers of the world
With the only sight to see was her hand in front of me
But little does she know that I know more then she perceived
Loud smacks and loud screams is all I’ve catch sight of
That hands on my ears have become a routine
As my eyes close I begin to dream
One happy family and everlasting please...
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