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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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